Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday के बोल

Just know We are A speck In time So follow your bliss And destroy the beauty I'll lock myself alone in a room Drinking until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another cliched poem Of the person that I long to be I wanna die like Jim Morrison A f*cking rock star I want to 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 Drinking until the clock strikes two With just a pen, a pill and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another cliched poem Of the person that I long to be (Colors blind) The eyes (Self-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 and I will Drink until the clock strikes two With just a pen, a pill and some paper And maybe I don't understand Just pour another please This should foul up the person that I long to be