Devastation And Reform کے بول

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 An injury I'll cause with my own fist it 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 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