The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

I'll lock myself alone and I will
With just a pen, a pill and some paper

Just a fake, in disguise

I would take someone with a switchblade knife
And maybe I don't understand
I'll lock myself alone and I will
I'll lock myself alone and I will
So kill the forest, and destroy the beauty
I wanna die like God, on the cover of time

(Suffocates)
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
(Flavors now)
And maybe I don't understand
The ear

The eyes
And maybe I don't understand
The mind
Like taste
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
Drink until the clock strikes two
This should foul up the person that I long to be
(We don't)
Drink until the clock strikes two
This should foul up the person that I long to be
(Colors blind)
I used to be a serial killer
So pour another please
I wanna die like Jim Morrison
(Astound)
(In time)
(Just know)
So that I can see their pain

So pour another please

And maybe I don't understand

I'll lock myself alone and I will
This should foul up the person that I long to be
A fucking rock star
So please pour some fame in my glass
So pour another please
(Self defend)
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
Drink until the clock strikes two
Drink until the clock strikes two
'Cause the victims don't get any fame

So pour another please