Devastation and Reform

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 love and the worst part is

I pull my heart out, reconstruct

And in the end, it's 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 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 devastation and reform

Destroying everything I love and the worst part is

I pull 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

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 devastation and reform

Destroying everything I love and the worst part is

I pull 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