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The dying roaches lying upside down send messages to their families

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

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