I don't know what I'm capable of No matter how hard I try. I think that its all too much When you look me straight in the eye. I think it's all too tough Having to witness my own demise. You don't know what I'm capable of. Yeah, but neither do I. I've gone off the deep end. And it's all too much to handle. Everybody keeps trying to pretend That there's somewhere left to go. Tear it down, Nothing like a little self-destruction. To break ground On the building up of raw emotion. What's that sound? It's the wrecking ball, fast approaching. Leaving a mound Of shattered hopes and ambitions. (Tear it down, Nothing like a little self-destruction. To break ground On the building up of raw emotion.) I've gone off the deep end. And the pain's too hard to swallow. I keep trying to pretend That there's somewhere else to go. I think that I've had enough. Of my own incessant lies. You can never know which way is up. Yeah, but neither do I. I've gone off the deep end. And it's all too much to handle. Everybody keeps trying to pretend That there's somewhere left to go. Scream it loud, Nothing like a little proclamation. To lead the crowd, And strike at the heart of every person. Who's worn the crown Of hopelessness and desperation. In the empty shroud Of forgotten dreams and expectations. I think it's all too tough Having to witness my own demise. You don't know what I'm capable of. Yeah, but neither do I. I've gone off the deep end. And it's all too much to handle. Everybody keeps trying to pretend That there's somewhere left to go.