Irony of Dying on Your Birthday (исполнитель: Senses Fail)
Just know We are 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 [bad word] rockstar. I wanna die like God, on the cover of time. Just a blink and it's gone. So please 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. (I'll lock myself alone in a room) Just know... (Drink until the clock strikes noon) We are... (With just a pen, a pill, and some paper) spec... (And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliche poem of the person that I long to be ) In time...