(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]    these lyrics are submitted by BBH