Raised Fist

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)