Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

[Verse 1] Just know we are a speck in time So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty [Hook] 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 cliché poem Of the person that I long to be [Veres 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 Because the victims don't get any fame [Hook] Just know we are a speck in time