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    Just know
    We are
    A spec
    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 cliche poem
    Of 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 cliche poem
    Of 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 cliche poem
    Of the person that I long to be

    Just know we are a spec in time
    [Chorus in the background]

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