Fear can drive stick, and it's taking me down this road
A road down which I swore I'd never go
Thinking of God knows what
Afraid to admit I might self-destruct
'Cause I've got enough problems
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
Destroying everything I love and the worst part
I pull my heart out, reconstruct,
And in the end, it's nothing
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
what do you mean, you're back?
what do you mean, you were never gone?