Type a Personality Lyrics

I am my father's son
A mile-wide mean streak through me runs
What I deserve, what's lived gets learned
Connections cut, loyalties turned

Born - to - destroy!
Born - to - destroy!

My knives are praying in delirious thirst
In cancer city I am the cursed
I'm at my best when things are worst
The sharpest tongues cut their own throats first

Born - to - destroy!
Born - to - destroy!

Born - to - destroy!