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

Destroying everything I loved

And the worst part is

I pour my heart out reconstruct

And in the end it's nothing but

A shell of what I had

When I first started 73253,-162)

Usually I'll cause my own first hit

It seems to me

To be slightly masochistic

But there'd be no story

Without all this descension

So I inflict the conflict

With the utmost of intentions

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

Destroying everything I loved

And the worst part is

I pour my heart out reconstruct

And 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

Pour my heart out reconstruct

And 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

Destroying everything I loved

And the worst part is

I pour my heart out reconstruct

And 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