Means to an End (solo version)

Pick the one who’s always picked on

Choose the one who’s never chosen

Then you know they’ve nowhere else to belong

Enlist an army of the unwanted,

The desperately lonesome and eternally taunted

Whip them into shape, make the monkeys dance to your songs

And if a monkey tries to flee the captor

Make sure he’s got nowhere to turn to after

For shelter or substance or hope to strike out on his own

And you play the victim every single time

But I refuse to forever fall in line

I call your bluff, you were never my friend

I see right through, why should we pretend?

We’re only going through the motions,

Nothing left to give so we fake it

I stick around, I’m a masochist

You stake your ground, declare me a sadist

It’s what you do, you project your faults

On the ones who are willing to take it

I call your bluff, you were never my friend

You only saw me as a means to an end

It’s all on you for I tried to salvage it

But you drove the stake in

Again and again and again and again and again

You only saw me as a means to an end

Take under your wing the freak who can sing

Abuse the one who can’t refuse

And tell him he’s nothing without the likes of you

Build a band of miserable bards

The misfit, the scarred, the affection-starved

Put them in their place, tell them precisely where they belong

And if one falls, kick him while he’s down

Make him feel as if he’s better off on the ground

And he deserves no better treatment than that which you’re willing to dole out

And you snatch the spoils up from battles that were mine

But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna keep falling into line

(chorus)