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Data di rilascio : 07/09/2004

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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 cliched poem
Of the the person that i long to be

I wanna die like jim morrison
A fuckin' rock star
I wanna die like god, on the cover of time
Just a blink and its 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 cliched poem
Of the 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 cliched poem
Of the the person that i long to be

Just know we are a speck in time

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