One Stab, Two Dead

One edge to bleed me clean
The other to shed my skin

You used a key like a knife
I built a wall out of an aimless drive
I'd rather set Paris alight
Than settle for the arch of triumph of Las Vegas

We are the means to a dead end
Whenever you need an ear
Just remember I wash my hands in your tears

Sink in me!
Sink in my bleeding flood of indifference

I said: You will touch the sky
As long as you are on your tiptoes
But on your knees
Do you even get to see the clouds?

You brought this to yourself

An unfathomable emptiness is an understatement
I hope you give your heart to someone like you

Whenever you need an ear
Just remember I wash my hands in your tears

We are the means to a dead end
You and me, the means to a dead end