Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics

Just know
We are
A spec
In time.So follow your bliss
And destroy the beautyI'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 cliche poem
Of the person that I long to beI want to 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
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 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 mindI'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
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to beJust know we are a spec in time
Songwriters
MICHAEL JOHN GLITA, DAVID MICHAEL MILLER, DANIEL GERARD TRAPP, JAMES ANTHONY BUDDY NIELSEN, GARRETT MICHAEL ZABLOCKIPublished by
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