Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

歌詞

Just know We Are A Speck In time So follow your bliss, And destroy the beauty I'll lock myself alone in a room, Drinking 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 wanna die like Jim Morrison A fucking rock star I want to 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 I'll lock myself alone in a room, Drinking until the clock strikes two 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 (colors blind) The eyes (self 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 and I will Drink until the clock strikes two 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