Right now I wish I was a cockroach So when they finally get in They wouldn't see me on the ground You know, they always stare up and to the right, But never look down I would just scurry scuttle by the wall, Around their lazy feet and out the door And have the planet to myself again - Find my inner peace with exoskeleton I feel so little on the inside But my skin is persistently life-size. I think my body wants to get us caught To match the outer with the inner rot It wants to stand forever in this non-life Always looking up and to the right At this landscape consisting only of swallowed flesh Unswallowed fleshed, and happy bugs I have one flare left in the gun, I've got the wooden stool I'm sitting on, I have a ratty blanket and a botle of whiskey And the only reason I'm still breathing's So intent on leaving me She walked into the Undead Sea all alone When she left I stood a monolith Slow breaths - the oxygen economist, But from my toes there sprang a mutiny Recruiting every organ as it rose in me Rising 'til the very last cell is caught From my Southest gut to my Northest thoughts This fit is tidal like the climax only her hands can give me And I can't stop it. I'm just air in the lung of a volcano - The pulse clear, the heart myopic Twenty years of ego regurgitating With pride as a fist around my throat Puffs me out like the fish sheloves, Rattling my frame as I'm praying out her name. "Jenny, I want to love this low 'Cause it shows me how high your high is But when you force me to see The whole amplitude of love like this I know it's too much for my tiny heart I wanna live to lick your skin again, But I can't taste that far Jenny, I want to love this low 'Cause it shows me how high your high is But when you force me to see The whole amplitude of love like this You've seen all the bug guts I can show. This frequency of fits has cracked my walls So will I walk or will I crawl... And lick the bottom of it all?"