Senses Fail : The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Lyrics for the Senses Fail song "The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday" from their "Let It Enfold You" album. Feel free to browse the rest of our Senses Fail lyrics here, or download the rest of our Let It Enfold You lyrics.

Band: Senses Fail
Album: Let It Enfold You
Song: The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Just know, we are a spec 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.
(Thoughts weaken)
the mind.

I would take 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
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that I long to be.

Just know we are, a spec, in time