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