SINGER: Senses Fail

SONG:The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

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 write it down, every word i say
a fucking rock star, i want to die like one everytime
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.