Текст песни Senses Fail - The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
Senses Fail - The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday слова песни
Just know we don`t astound in timeso follow your bliss, and destroy the beauty.Ill lock myself alone and I willdrink until clock strikes twowith just a pen a pill and some paper.And maybe I dont understandso pour another pleaseThis should foul up the person that i long to be.i wanna die like jim morrisona fucking rockstari wanna die like god, on the cover of timejust a fake, in disguiseso please pour some fame in my glassSo kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.Ill lock myself alone and I willdrink until clock strikes twowith just a pen a pill and some paper.And maybe I dont understandso pour another pleaseThis 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 knifeSo that I can see their pain.I used to be a serial killercause the victims don`t get any fame.Ill lock myself alone and I willdrink until clock strikes twowith just a pen a pill and some paper.And maybe I dont understandso pour another pleaseThis should foul up the person that i long to be.Just know we don`t, astound in time.