The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics

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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 wanna die, like Jim Morrison.
a fucking rockstar.
I wanna die like god, on the cover of time.
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.

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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 wanna die, like Jim Morrison.  
a fucking rockstar.  
I wanna die like god, on the cover of time.  
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.

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