Its a Means To An End
Fall in Fall out of favor
Fall in Fall out never waiver
Fall in Fall out of history
It ain’t no God damn mystery
Why the self doubt
Makes you want to scream and shout
Fall in Fall out of misery
Standin and Waitin for a delivery that never comes
Never hesitate but I might
Obliterate
Self destruct Holdin onto that rabbits foot
For good luck
It’s just a means to an end
Tying me up
Weighing me down
Same old records playin all over town
Refusing to bend on a road that never ends
Waiting for some free and easy breeze
To carry me
As self destruction
wages it’s war on me
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