Teksty: Stretch Arm Strong. A Revolution Transmission. Means To An End.

Rainchecks and cancellations on all my best intentions deprived of the things i needed to grow. Milestones i've overturned looking for something sure. Sometimes I'm broken and burned but I always came back for more. Broken and burned. This I'll endure.(2xs) Let the revolution begin. The starting point will never determine the end. Now i understand that these wounds will one day mend and its all a means to my end. And it may seem a littel bitter in the end, but the effort will be put in. I just hope the means will justify the end. Steps that lead to a destination have crumbled away 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. Failure has a face that I recognized from time to time