Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics - Let It Enfold You - Senses Fail

"Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday" 

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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