"The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday" by Senses Fail
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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 in the background]
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