Just know we are a spec in time
So follow your bliss and destroy your 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 wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rockstar.
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 your beauty.

(chorus)

Colors blind
The eyes
Sounds deafen
The ear
Flavors numb
The taste
Thoughts weaken
The mind

ill attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
Cause the victims dont get any fame