Fear can drive stick and its 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 its nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started

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 discension
So I inflict the conflict with the utmost of contemption

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 its 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
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started
The shell of what I had when I first started

I feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started
(When I first started)
The shell of what I had when I first started
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Thanks to (Rosanna) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 2, 2008