Irony of Dying on Your Birthday - Live

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 cliché 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

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 cliché poem of the person that I long to be

In the eyes
Sounds deafen on the ear
Flavors numb, all I taste
Thoughts weaken, on the mind

I'll attack somebody with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
'Cause the victims don't get-

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 cliché poem of the person that I long to be

Just know we are a spec in time