One Stab, Two Dead کے بول

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