Songtext zu 'Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday' von Senses Fail

Just know
We are
A speck
In time

So follow your bliss
And destroy the beauty

I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drinking 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 person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A f*cking rock star
I want to 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
Drinking until the clock strikes two
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliched poem
Of the person that I long to be

(Colors blind)
The eyes
(Self-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 and I will
Drink until the clock strikes two
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I don't understand
Just pour another please
This should foul up the person that I long to be