The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Songtext

Senses Fail

von Let It Enfold You

The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Songtext
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)
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.