Senses Fail - The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday текст песни

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