Senses Fail The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday 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 f___ing 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 and second verse in the background]
        
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