歌词
Many years ago today something grewinside of your mother...
That thing was you
YOUYOU YOU
YOU YOUDid 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 ******* 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 YearRS
VP PLEASEFor 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 ******* bluffing
Open up your
DETHDAY present
It's a box of ******* nothing
RSVP PLEAS
EFor the D
ETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life
DIE DIEDET
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VP PLEASEFor the
DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life
Happy Birthday
You're gonna die