Abe the Cop

Abe the Cop - The Dillinger Escape Plan

As if in a dream

Only one man

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

Just one more time

As if in a dream

Only one more time

I must die