Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics
Just knowWe areA speckIn timeSo follow your blissAnd destroy the beautyI'll lock myself alone in a roomDrinking until the clock strikes noonWith just a pen, a pill and some paperAnd maybe I will write a sad songOr another cliched poemOf the person that I long to beI wanna die like Jim MorrisonA f*cking rock starI want to die like God on the cover of TimeJust a blink and it's goneSo baby, pour some fame in my glassSo kill the forestAnd destroy the beautyI'll lock myself alone in a roomDrinking until the clock strikes twoWith just a pen, a pill and some paperAnd maybe I will write a sad songOr another cliched poemOf the person that I long to be(Colors blind)The eyes(Self-deafen)The ear(Flavors numb)The taste(Thoughts weaken)The mindI'll attack someone with a switchblade knifeSo that I can see their painI choose to be a serial killerCause the victims don't get any fameI'll lock myself alone and I willDrink until the clock strikes twoWith just a pen, a pill and some paperAnd maybe I don't understandJust pour another pleaseThis should foul up the person that I long to be
