The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday — текст песни (Senses Fail)

Just know we don`t astound in time
so follow your bliss, and destroy the beauty.

Ill lock myself alone and I will
drink until clock strikes two
with just a pen a pill and some paper.
And maybe I dont understand
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that i long to be.

i wanna die like jim morrison
a fucking rockstar
i wanna die like god, on the cover of time
just a fake, in disguise
so please pour some fame in my glass

So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.

Ill lock myself alone and I will
drink until clock strikes two
with just a pen a pill and some paper.
And maybe I dont 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.

Ill lock myself alone and I will
drink until clock strikes two
with just a pen a pill and some paper.
And maybe I dont understand
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that i long to be.

Just know we don`t, astound in time.