The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday Lyrics

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 cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.

I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A f****** rockstar.
I wanna die like God, on the cover of time.
Just a blink and it's gone.
So please pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forest, 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 cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.
(Colors blind)
The eyes.
(Sounds deafen)
The ear.
(Flavors numb)
Like taste.
(Thoughts weaken)
The mind.

I'll attack 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 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 cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.

(i wanna die like god on the cover of time)
Just know
(die like god on the cover of time)
We don't
(just just a blink then its gone)
Astound
(so pour some fame in my glass)
In time