In 2005 guitarist Dave Miller left the band and was replaced by Heath Saraceno, formerly of Midtown. The band's second full-length album, Still Searching, was released in 2006. They joined Warped Tour and Taste of Chaos in support of the album. Mike Glita then left the band the following year and Jason Black, also a member of Hot Water Music, joined initially as a temporary replacement but ended up remaining in the band. Their third album, Life Is Not a Waiting Room, was released in 2008. Heath Saraceno then left the band after their appearance at the 2009 Warped Tour and was replaced by Zack Roach, also guitarist of post-rock band Spirit of the Stairs.
Senses Fail's fourth album The Fire was released October 25, 2010 through UK label Hassle Records and elsewhere through Vagrant the following day. In February 2011, Garrett Zablocki left the band to attend college and was replaced by Matt Smith, also guitarist for Strike Anywhere.
Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
Senses Fail Lyrics
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We are
A spec
In time.
So follow your bliss
And destroy the beauty
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
The song “Irony of Dying on Your Birthday” by Senses Fail explores the theme of mortality and the fleeting nature of life. The opening lyrics “Just know, we are a spec in time” suggest that life is short and we are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. The following lines “So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty” encourage the listener to pursue their desires even if it means disregarding the beauty around them.
The chorus of the song expresses the desire to die in a glorious way like a rockstar, but then the second half of the chorus contradicts that desire as it highlights the impermanence of fame. This contrast reflects the self-destructive nature of the singer who is drinking, taking pills, and writing sad songs as a means of coping with their mortality.
In the bridge, the senses of sight, sound, taste, and thoughts are stripped away suggesting that the singer’s mental and physical state are deteriorating. The final verse is particularly disturbing as the singer confesses their desire to become a serial killer, not for the violence but for the attention it would bring them. Overall, the song portrays the existential crisis of someone facing the reality of their own mortality and the desperate measures they take to make their mark on the world.
Line by Line Meaning
Just know
Be aware
We are
We exist
A spec
A small part
In time.
Within the concept of time
So follow your bliss
Pursue what makes you happy
And destroy the beauty
And cause destruction
I'll lock myself alone in a room
I will isolate myself
Drink until the clock strikes noon
Drink alcohol excessively
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
With only tools to write and perhaps numb my pain
And maybe I will write a sad song
And perhaps create an emotional piece of music
Or another cliche poem
Or a predictable piece of literature
Of the person that I long to be
About who I wish I could become
I wanna die like Jim Morrison
I desire a death that is glamorous
A fucking rock star
Like a famous musician
I wanna die like God on the cover of time.
I want to die as an immortal being
Just a blink and it's gone
Death is sudden
So baby pour some fame in my glass.
So I can have a taste of success
So kill the forest
So that nature is destroyed
And destroy the beauty.
And demolish anything beautiful
(Colors blind)
The ability to see colors is taken away
The eyes
The organ of sight
(Sounds deafen)
The ability to hear is taken away
The ear
The organ of hearing
(Flavors numb)
The ability to taste is nullified
The taste
The sense of taste
(Thoughts weaken)
The ability to think is diminished
The mind
The organ of thought
I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
I will harm someone with a type of knife
So that I can see their pain
So I can witness the suffering I cause
I choose to be a serial killer
I decide to be a murderer who kills multiple times
'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
Because the people I kill will not receive any attention or recognition
Just know we are a spec in time
Remember that we are small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things
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Written by: DANIEL GERARD TRAPP, DAVID MICHAEL MILLER, GARRETT MICHAEL ZABLOCKI, JAMES ANTHONY BUDDY NIELSEN, MICHAEL JOHN GLITA
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