Birthday Dethday — Dethklok

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