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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]
- Album:
- Pull the Thorns from Your Heart
- Renacer
- Miscellaneous
- The Fire
- Life Is Not A Waiting Room
- Let It Enfold You
- From the Depths of Dreams
- Still Searching
- Rum Is for Drinking Not Burning
- Follow Your Bliss - The Best of Senses Fail
- Split
- 2015 Warped Tour Compilation
- Warped Tour 2015
- Senses Fail
- The Importance of the Moment of Death
- Senses Fail - Box Set
- War Paint
- Drive-Thru Invasion Tour Compilation
- Vagrant Records UK Sampler 2005
- Live at Cervantes Theatre Denver, Colorado 0928-2004