paroles de chanson Irony of Dying On Your Birthday - Senses Fail
"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
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
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
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)
The
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
Just
know
we
are
a
spec
in
time
[Chorus
in
the
background]
![Senses Fail - Let It Enfold You](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/k/g/t/x/24gz4wxtgk.jpg)
1 Tie Her Down
2 Lady in a Blue Dress
3 You're Cute When You Scream
4 Buried a Lie
5 Bite To Break Skin
6 Rum Is for Drinking, Not for Burning
7 Slow Dance
8 Choke On This
9 NJ Falls Into the Atlantic
10 Let It Enfold You
11 Irony of Dying On Your Birthday
12 Angela Baker and My Obsession With Fire
13 Martini Kiss
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