Lletres: Dillinger Escape Plan. Abe The Cop.

As if in a dream
Only one man
Can know
He tastes the dirt
He chews the dirt

The dirt
The filth
Now swallow
The filth of it
Cold sweat
Runs down slow

Just choke
The filth of it
Now swallow
Mixed with hot tastes of blood
And the cold taste of defeat

I want to die
Just one more time
Roll over and die
White lights mad and maniacal
Seep out dark brick walls

You just shun heavens thunder
While laughing at the sky
With a hiss of the nightmare's downpour
Laughing at the sky

Now wake up and die
Just one more time
As if in a dream
Only one more time
I must die