To The Ground

A B E E A B E E A B E E A B E E A B The dying roaches lying upside down E A Send messages to their families A B Their antennae tap the floor E A Like the top few hairs on a father's head A B Blowing in a cold wind. E A E "I'm not coming home tonight, or any other night" A F#m They send as they rest stuck on their backs A B E E A B E E A B E A Running through the memories of their lives, they wait A B E A Ignoring the sound of other little feet crawling to feed A B E A Off of their helpless, decaying bodies, they ask for forgiveness A B E A And as their legs are spread apart, as their bellies are chewed open E A E F#m A As the blood leaves their heads, their final words are spoken A A E E A A E E A A E E A A E E A B E E A B E E A B E E A B E E