Senses Fail
Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday songtekst
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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 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