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