Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday lyrics
Song information
Artist: Senses Fail Album: Let It Enfold You
Lyrics
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 the background]
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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