The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday - текст песни
The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
Just know
We are
A spec
In time
So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty.
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 (Texts of songs )
Or another cliche poem
Of 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 blink and it's gone.
So please pour some fame in my glass.
So kill the forest, and destroy the beauty.
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 (Texts of songs )
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.
(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
'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
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 (Texts of songs )
Or another cliche 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)
We are...
(With just a pen, a pill, and some paper)
A spec...
(And maybe I will write a sad song (Texts of songs ) or another cliche poem of the person that I long to be )
In time...
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