The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday Songtext
von Senses Fail

Just know we are
A speck 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
Or another clichéd poem
About the person that I long to be

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


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 clichéd poem
About 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
Or another clichéd poem
About the person that I long to be

Just know we are a speck in time