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