How many things can I mess up in one day? br How many people can I push away? br I've honed this powerful talent over the years, br To destroy all things beautiful, loving and kind. br br You won't believe the stuff that goes through my mind, br Murder, suicide, rape; all thoughts of mine. br br It's not that I drum to my own unique beat, br It's that I throw the drum down at my feet, br Smashing it, cursing it, setting it on fire. br br I guess self-destruction is my best friend. br 'Cause by the way things are going br It'll be the only thing left in the end.