The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday Lyrics

The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Just know we don't astound in time

so follow your bliss, and destroy the beauty.



Ill lock myself alone and I will

drink until clock strikes two

with just a pen a pill and some paper.

And maybe I dont 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 please pour some fame in my glass



So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.



Ill lock myself alone and I will

drink until clock strikes two

with just a pen a pill and some paper.

And maybe I dont 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.



Ill lock myself alone and I will

drink until clock strikes two

with just a pen a pill and some paper.

And maybe I dont understand

so pour another please

This should foul up the person that i long to be.



Just know we don't, astound in time.