Besedila: Stretch Arm Strong. Means to an End.

Rain checks and cancellations on all my best intentions
Deprived of the things I need to grow
Milestones I've overturned, looking for something sure
Sometimes I'm broken and burned, I always came back for more
Broken and burned, this I'll endure

Rain checks and cancellations on all my best intentions
Deprived of the things I need to grow
Milestones I've overturned, looking for something sure
Sometimes I'm broken and burned, I always came back for more
Broken and burned, this I'll endure, I'll endure, I'll endure

Let the revolution begin
The starting point will never determine the end
Now I understand that these wounds will one day mend
And it's all a means to my end

And it may seem a little bitter in the end
But the effort will be put in
I just hope the means will justify the end, the end

Steps that lead to a destination have crumbled at my feet
And left me with feelings of frustration
The goals have always been in sight
But the path that showed the way
Had been obscure and without light, without light

Failure has a face, I recognize from time to time
From time to time