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 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, reconstruct 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, reconstruct 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, 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) [Thanks to Rebekah (relientkluvr3692@gmail.com) for these lyrics] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com