Many years ago today something grew   inside of your mother...   That thing was you      YOU      YOU YOU YOU YOU      Did she scream did she cry   Only those that are born are the ones that   Get to die      One more year closer to dying   Rotting organs ripping grinding   Biological discordance   Birthday equals self abhorrence      Years keep passing aging always   Mutate into vapid slugs   Doctor gives a new perscription   Bullet in a fucking gun      One more year closer to dying   Plastic surgeons fuel the lying   You forget why you came in here   Your mind rots with every New Year      RSVP PLEASE   For the DETH of thee   You have little time   And you're running out of life      Happy Birthday   You're gonna die      Now you're old and full of hatred   Take a pill to masturbatred   Children point to you and scream   Because they will become that thing      One more year of further suffering   There's no point of fucking bluffing   Open up your DETHDAY present   It's a box of fucking nothing      RSVP PLEASE   For the DETH of thee   You have little time   And you're running out of life      DIE DIE   DETHDAY   BIRTHDAY   DETHDAY   DIE DIE   DETHDAY   BIRTHDAY   DETHDAY      RSVP PLEASE   For the DETH of thee   You have little time   And you're running out of life      Happy Birthday   You're gonna die