Senses Fail - The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics
Just know, we are a spec in timeso follow your bliss, and destroy the beauty.I'll lock myself alone and I willdrink until the clock strikes twowith just a pen, a pill, and some paper.And maybe I don't understandso pour another pleaseThis should foul up the person that I long to be.I wanna die, like Jim Morrison.a *****ing rockstar.I wanna die like god, on the cover of time.Just a fake, in disguiseSo pour some fame in my glass.So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.I'll lock myself alone and I willdrink until the clock strikes twowith just a pen, a pill, and some paper.And maybe I don't understandso pour another pleaseThis should foul up the person that I long to be.(Colors blind)the eyes.(Self defend)the ear.(Flavors now)the taste.(Thoughts weaken)the mind.I would take someone with a switchblade knifeSo that I can see their pain.I choose to be a serial killercause the victims don't get any fame.I'll lock myself alone and I willdrink until the clock strikes twowith just a pen, a pill, and some paper.And maybe I don't understandso pour another pleaseThis should foul up the person that I long to be.Just know we are, a spec, in time
