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. and we turned out the same way cause 
we'll both die. we all die.