Fear can drive stick   And it's taken 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 devestation and reform   I'll destroy everything I love   And the worst part is   I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct   But in the end, it's nothing but   A shell of what I had when I first started      An injury I'll caust with my own fist   It seems to me to be slightly masochistic   But there'd be no story without all this dissension   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 devestation and reform   I'll destroy everything I love   And the worst part is   I'll pull my heart out and 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 an 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   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 devestation and reform   I'll destroy everything I love   And the worst part is   I'll pull my heart out and 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