Senses Fail – Letras de 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 the glass flies through me
just to pay the bill and some paper.
And maybe I dont understand
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that i long to be.

I write it down, every word I say
A fucking rock star, I want to die like one everytime
Just a fake, in disguise
So pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.

Ill lock myself alone and I will
drink until the glass flies through me
just to pay the bill 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 the glass flies through me
just to pay the bill 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.