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