Paroles Twinkies & Cockroaches de Chekhov's Gun

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  • Chanson: Twinkies & Cockroaches
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Textes et Paroles de Twinkies & Cockroaches



The end begins
With a screaming across the sky
A conflagration,
Never started, can never die.

Then out of his would-be grave
Family following
A pair of antennae
The ancient neonate ascends!

War looks down, gazing at this brave survivor
And smiles to himself, knowing what would come
Famine, understanding, whispers to the insect
You will receive sustenance that's

Greater than all that you can imagine.
For not all was destroyed in the blast
But be patient, it is still too early
We will return when the time arrives.

Our hero gets to work
Building a colony
Each hour craving more
The promised, idealized baked good.

Wait.
Multiply.
Build.
Mobilize.

The four return!

The green horse nearly lands upon the soldiers
As its sickly rider stands to block the light
The day is here, but you will not go unhindered
Others try to claim what's yours, and you must fight!

So they fight and die and never realize
They fight themselves, there was no prize.

Three giants, laughing, leave
The first remains.
Remorse?
Self-pity?

Habit.
Only a force of habit.

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