Song: Irony of Dying on Your Birthday
Viewed: 93 - Published at: 2 years ago
Artist: Senses Fail
Year: 2004Viewed: 93 - Published at: 2 years ago
[Verse 1]
Just know we are a speck in time
So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty
[Chorus]
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 cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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 cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be
[Verse 3]
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
Because the victims don't get any fame
[Chorus]
I'll lock myself alone in a room (Just know)
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper (We are)
And maybe I will write a sad song (A speck)
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be (In time)
Just know we are a speck in time
So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty
[Chorus]
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 cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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 cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be
[Verse 3]
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
Because the victims don't get any fame
[Chorus]
I'll lock myself alone in a room (Just know)
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper (We are)
And maybe I will write a sad song (A speck)
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be (In time)
( Senses Fail )
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