Fear can drive stick
And it's taking me down this road,
road down which
I swore I'd never go.
And here I sit
Thinking of God knows what,
Afraid to admit
I might [bad word] 

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

I feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is:
I pull my heart out, [bad word] 
And in the end it's nothing but
The 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 descension.
So I inflict the conflict
With the utmost of contemption.

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

I feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is:
I pull my heart out, [bad word] 
And in the end it's nothing but
The 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,
Cuz failure is a blessing in disguise.

Pull my heart out, [bad word] 
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, [bad word] 
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!