Irony of Dying on Your Birthday (Explicit)

Irony of Dying on Your Birthday - Senses Fail

Just know we don't astound in time

So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty

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

So pour another please

This should foul up the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison

A f**king rockstar

I wanna die like god on the cover of time

Just a fake in disguise

So pour some fame in my glass

So kill the forrest and destroy the beauty

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

So pour another please

This should foul up the person that I long to be

(Colors blind)

The eyes

(Self defend)

The ear

(Flavors now)

The taste

(Suffocates)

The mind

I would take someone with a switchblade knife

So that I can see their pain

I used 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

So pour another please

This should foul up the person that I long to be

Just know we don't astound in time