Orgy - The Glove

A disease is under my fingernails

It stains me like a tattoo

Back on the rack

Aching with time

Your face is familiar

From another crime

And we could swim

We could swim

My little fishes and me

Overgrown senses prickle and spark

The flesh is in the palm of my hand

Back on the rack

Love under will

Your face is familiar

From another kill

A tongue explodes into my mouth

A taste of coma and tears

Back on the rack

My shape of rage

Your face is familiar

From another cage

And we could swim

We could swim

My little fishes and me