The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

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Senses Fail

Senses Fail is an American Post-hardcore band from Ridgewood, New Jersey. Formed in 2002, the line up initially consisted of vocalist Buddy Nielsen (born February 18, 1984), drummer Dan Trapp (born January 17, 1988), guitarists Dave Miller and Garrett Zablocki and being completed by bassist Mike Glita. The only original members left in the band are vocalist Buddy Nielson, and drummer Dan Trapp. Presently, the lineup now consists of Buddy, Dan, guitar players Zack Roach and James Smith, along with bassist Jason Black. The band quickly issued their debut EP, From the Depths of Dreams and maintained a thriving Internet presence. Two years later their debut album, Let It Enfold You was released. In 2005 guitarist Dave Miller left the band and was replaced by Heat… more »

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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 want to die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I want to 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

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