The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

Like taste
This should foul up the person that I long to be
So pour another please
(Just know)
The ear

I wanna die like Jim Morrison
(Colors blind)
And maybe I don't understand
(Flavors now)
I'll lock myself alone and I will
Drink until the clock strikes two
I'll lock myself alone and I will
So that I can see their pain
I'll lock myself alone and I will
(In time)
I used to be a serial killer
So pour another please
The mind
So pour another please
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
Just a fake, in disguise
Drink until the clock strikes two

A fucking rock star
So kill the forest, and destroy the beauty

This should foul up the person that I long to be
(Self defend)
(We don't)
'Cause the victims don't get any fame

I would take someone with a switchblade knife
So please pour some fame in my glass
This should foul up the person that I long to be

I wanna die like God, on the cover of time
(Suffocates)
And maybe I don't understand

And maybe I don't understand
The eyes
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
Drink until the clock strikes two
With just a pen, a pill and some paper
(Astound)
So pour another please
I'll lock myself alone and I will
And maybe I don't understand

Drink until the clock strikes two