To The Ground

    A                   B         
The dying roaches lying upside 
       E                  A
down send messages to their families

A                B               
Their antennae tap the floor like
     E                  A
 the top few hairs on a father's 
head
A             B               E 
Blowing in a cold wind, "I'm not
              A
 coming home tonight...
      E                      A    
...or any other night", they send 
        F#m
as they rest stuck on their backs
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[Verse 2]

A                    B       
Running through the memories of 
          E           A
their lives, they wait
A                      B         
Ignoring the sound of other 
   E                A
little feet crawling to feed
A                        B   
Off of their helpless, decaying 
                 E          A
bodies, they ask for forgiveness
             A                 B  
And as their legs are spread 
             E                 A
apart, as their bellies are chewed 
open
       E                   A   
As the blood leaves their heads, 
        E     F#m       A
their final words are spoken