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Senses Fail - Let It Enfold You - Irony of Dying on Your Birthday
Let It Enfold You
01. Tie Her Down
02. Lady in a Blue Dress
03. You’re Cute When You Scream
04. Buried a Lie
05. Bite to Break Skin
06. Rum Is for Drinking, Not for Burning
07. Slow Dance
08. Choke on This
09. NJ Falls Into the Atlantic
10. Let It Enfold You
11. Irony of Dying on Your Birthday
12. Angela Baker and My Obsession With Fire
13. Martini Kiss
Just know we are
A speck 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 clichéd poem
About the person that I long to be

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

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 clichéd poem
About 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 clichéd poem
About the person that I long to be

Just know we are a speck in time