The Assets - A Means To An End

Pick apart the fragments of what was, was once whole
Failed substance for the soul
That left them taking much more than they ever gave
Sold my name for comfort, my mistake
Narcissism clouds, around, their lounge, like a thick smog
And every time I'd see the dusking day through the panes of their dominions
I belonged, but now

T' T' Tell me, was I a means to an end

Pick apart, all the drives for their sake
I'm tired now and my engines out
Veins are popping, a call incoming
In vain is the effort displayed

Turn around, you're no longer needed
Cool it down, did you think you've earned it

Pick apart, all the puppeteering
An emotion or faith, like some malleable shape
To fashion and employ,
A temporary droid to nullify the void

T' T' Tell me, was I a means to an end

We stick around, with our face from the ground, and our tongues hanging out for their frequented flout
And you hear the debate, but you fear it's too late to feel the full weight, they don't care for your fate

Was I a means to an end
You don't, you don't seem to regret
In retrospect, was all that life misspent
Was I your means to an end

Written by:
Nicholas Kennedy

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