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Senses Fail
Senses Fail


Background information
Origin Ridgewood, New Jersey, USA
Genre(s) Post-Hardcore
Emo
Melodic Hardcore
Pop punk
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Universal
Interscope Records
Vagrant Records
Drive-Thru Records
ECA Records
Associated acts Midtown
Hot Water Music
Website Website
Members
Buddy Nielsen
Garrett Zablocki
Dan Trapp
Jason Black
Zack Roach
Former members
Dave Miller
Mike Glita
Heath Saraceno
James Gill



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Senses Fail Lyrics

"The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday" lyrics



Just know we don't astound in time
so follow your bliss, and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone and I will
drink until the clock strikes two
with just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
And maybe I don't understand
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that I long to be.

I wanna die, like Jim Morrison.
a fucking rockstar.
I wanna die like god, on the cover of time.
Just a fake, in disguise
So pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone and I will
drink until the clock strikes two
with just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
And maybe I don't understand
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that I long to be.

(Colors blind)
the eyes.
(Self defend)
the ear.
(Flavors now)
the taste.
(Suffocates)
the mind.

I would take someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain.
I used to be a serial killer
cause the victims don't get any fame.

I'll lock myself alone and I will
drink until the clock strikes two
with just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
And maybe I don't understand
so pour another please
This should foul up the person that I long to be.


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