Senses Fail

The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
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 fucking 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) Songtextethe 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. Aus Songtexte Mania