Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Let It Enfold You / 2004-08-01 1. Tie Her Down 2. Lady In A Blue Dress 3. You're Cute When You Scream 4. Buried A Lie 5. Bite To Break Skin 6. Rum Is For Drinking, Not For Burning 7. Slow Dance 8. Choke On This 9. NJ Falls Into The Atlantic 10. Let It Enfold You 11. Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday 12. Angela Baker And My Obsession With Fire 13. Martini Kiss

Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

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 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 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 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 be

Just know we are a spec in time
[Chorus and second verse in the background]