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
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
