Senses Fail - The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday lyrics

rate me

Just know

We are

A spec

In time

So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone in a room

Drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.

And maybe I will write a sad song

Or another cliche poem

About the person that I long to be.

I wanna die like Jim Morrison

A fucking rockstar.

I wanna die like God, on the cover of time.

Just a blink and it's gone.

So please pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forest, and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone in a room

Drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.

And maybe I will write a sad song

Or another cliche poem

About the person that I long to be.

(Colors blind)

The eyes.

(Sounds 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 in a room

Drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.

And maybe I will write a sad song

Or another cliche poem

About the person that I long to be.

(I'll lock myself alone in a room)

Just know...

(Drink until the clock strikes noon)

We are...

(With just a pen, a pill, and some paper)

A spec...

(And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliche poem about the person that I long to be )

In time...

Thanks to ill for these lyrics