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[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)
Irony of Dying on Your Birthday was written by Buddy Nielsen.
Irony of Dying on Your Birthday was produced by Steve Evetts.
Senses Fail released Irony of Dying on Your Birthday on Tue Sep 07 2004.