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Irony of Dying on Your Birthday lyrics
Just know, we don't astound, 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 rock star
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 forest, 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)
Like 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
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'll lock myself alone and I will
(Just know)
Drink until the clock strikes two
(We don't)
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I don't understand
(Astound)
So pour another please
(In time)
This should foul up the person that I long to be
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on Let It Enfold You
- 10 Let It Enfold You
- 12 Angela Baker and My Obsession With Fire
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