Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics

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Just know we are a speck 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 cliched poem

Of the the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison

A fuckin' rock star

I wanna die like God on the cover of time

Just a blink and its gone

So baby pour some fame in my glass

So kill the forest and destroy the beauty

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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 cliched poem

Of the 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 cliched poem

Of the the person that I long to be

Just know we are a speck in time

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