You, me, we dream
You, me, we dream

I dream of a place where people are placid and sprawling
Scrawling their thoughts on napkins and cave walls
A delicate and gentle mass, shunning communal contact
Favoring the chatter of birds to the bombardment

Everyday is bedlam, chaos rules the world
Everyday is bedlam, chaos rules the world

Wakeup, wakeup

You have a rope around your neck
I have a rope around my neck
A lash on your back and now it's my turn
How does it feel to be pulled in еvery direction?

Wakeup

Evеryday is bedlam, chaos rules the world
Everyday is bedlam, chaos rules the world

I wish we were creatures, broken and hurting

Licking our own wounds, instead of pissing in others
Licking our own wounds, instead of pissing in others
Licking our own wounds, instead of pissing in others