Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday song by Senses Fail from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rock, Post-Hardcore, Pop-Punk music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Meaning
| [[Verse 1] Just know we are a speck in time So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty [Chorus] 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 cliché poem Of the person that I long to be [Verse 2] I wanna die like Jim Morrison A fucking rock star I wanna die like God on the cover of Time Just a blink and it’s gone So baby, pour some fame in my glass So kill the forest and destroy the beauty [Chorus] 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 cliché poem Of the person that I long to be , [Verse 3] 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 Because the victims don’t get any fame [Chorus] 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 cliché 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 With just a pen, a pill, and some paper (We are) And maybe I will write a sad song (A speck) Or another cliché poem Of the person that I long to be (In time)] |
