The cockroches in my room wear pink ribbon
They look pretty as they crawl up my legs
I trace seven seven seven
I smile when they're on my knees
I gladly let them spread their disease
But only because they like me
The cockroches in my room are my friends
I'm sure they'll stick around until the end
Of my sad pathetic life
They might go to heaven, so I'll continue tracing seven's

I come across a broken beach
The roses there smell of peach
I walk the path across the sandy shore
The sand is the deep green of evermore
Lunar light glistens on my skin
It purifies where whatever is withiring
Within the chamber of my ribcage
The heart that decays
Moon lilies bloom on my skin
In this realm night has no middle
No end
No beginning
So on the shore I am sitting
Moon-kissed skin is never tan
I bury my legs into the sand
I wade in the wind
It tickles my skin
I feel the hand
Of a man
Pick me from the sand
My place
And plop me in a glass vase