Senses Fail The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics
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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 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 in the background]
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