Sangtekster:
Dillinger Escape Plan Under The Running Board

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

such worthless crust and crazed now cring to slap the wrist i sense you cracked and weak the nonexistent won't care when you fail to wake i sense you