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Senses Fail
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The irony of dying on your birthday
just know we are a spec in time
'so follow your bliss' and destroy the beauty
ill lock myself alone in a room drink untill the clock strikes noon with just a pen a pill and some paper and mabey 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***ing rockstar i wanna die like god on the cover of time just a blink and its gone so baby pour some fame in my glass
so kill the forest and destroy the beauty Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
ill lock myself alone in a room drink untill the clock strikes noon with just a pen a pill and some paper and mabey 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 ears'
'flavours numb the taste'
'thoughts weaken the mind'
and ill atack someone with a switchblade knife so that i can feel their pain i choose to be a serial killer cuz the victems dont get any fame
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