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Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday lyrics

Just know
We Are
A Speck
In time

So follow your bliss,
And destroy the beauty

I'll lock myself alone in a room,
Drinking until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I want to die like God on the cover of Time
Just a blink and it's gone
So baby pour some fame in my glass

So kill the forest
And destroy the beauty

I'll lock myself alone in a room,
Drinking until the clock strikes two
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be

(colors blind)
The eyes
(self deafen)
The ear
(flavors numb)
The taste
(thoughts weaken)
The mind

I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
Cause the victims don't get any fame

I'll lock myself alone and I will
Drink until the clock strikes two
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be