Fear can drive stick
And it's taking me down this road
A road down which
I swore I'd never go
And here I sit
Thinking of God knows what
Afraid to admit
I might self-destruct

So lock the windows
And bolt the door
'Cause I've got enough problems
Without creating more

I feel like I was born
For devastation and reform
I'll Destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll Pull my heart out, reconstruct
But in the end it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started

An Injury I'll Cause with my own fist
It seems to me to be slightly masochistic
But there'd be no story
Without all this dessention
So I inflict the conflict
With the utmost of intention

So lock the windows
And bolt the door
'Cause I've got enough problems
Without creating more

I feel like I was born
For devastation and reform
I'll Destry everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct
But in the end it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started

Thank you God
For giving me the insight
So I might make
These wrongs right
If and when
There ever is a next time
'Cause failure is a blessing in disguise

Pull my heart out, reconstruct
But in the end it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
A shell of what I had when I first started

I feel like I was born
For devastation and reform
I'll Destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
But in the end it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
When I first started
A shell of what I had when I first started