Singing Nonsense on the Streets of Rome

i woke up with my arms covered in ice.
and i was there when they tore your throat apart.
can we live inside a dream
that seems more real than all the exploits of last year?
i hope we can.
don't turn around, i'm not there.
ignore the crowd, they're empty.
and the thread that holds us together,
we pulled both ends and watched everything that we stitched up completely fall apart.

open your eyes.

but in this dream you've got colors on your skin
and such filthy thoughts about what we've become
it's making me sick.
so we scratch our names into our back
and cross them off our lips
to wake up from this dream. a
nd we turned out the same way
cause we'll both die.
we all die.