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