My birthday…

I don’t know if my birthday counter is right or whatever because silly. I have a song for this once in year occasion.

And it goes like:

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 masturbated 
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 death of thee 
You have little time 
And you're running out of life 
Happy birthday 
You're gonna die

Die, die 
Dethday 
Birthday 
Dethday 
Die, die 
Dethday 
Birthday 
Dethday

Rsvp please 
For the death of thee 
You have little time 
And you're running out of life 
Happy birthday 
You're gonna die

You're running out of life

This was written by Duckfuck.Adultswim.Dethklok