To the Ground Songtext
von Bedhead

The dying roaches lying upside down
Send messages to their families
And every time I tap the floor
I can tell for years their fathers have Blowing in a cold wind
I′m not coming home tonight
Or any other night
As soon as they rest stuck on their backs


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