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.