Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday lyrics

Just know We are A spec 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 cliche poem Of the person that I long to be I wanna die like Jim Morrison A f**ing 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 gla**. So k** 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 mind I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife So that I can see their pain I choose to be a serial k**er '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 be Just know we are a spec in time [Chorus and second verse in the background]