Senses Fail Lyrics
Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
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,
Of the person that I long to be.
I wanna die like Jim Morrison.
A fucking rock star.
I wanna 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.
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,
Of 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,
Of the person that I long to be.
Just know we are a spec in time.
[Chorus and second verse in background]
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