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 Birthday Dethday
 
 Many  ago today
  grew inside of your
 Mother...
 That  was you
 
 YOU
 
 YOU  YOU YOU
 
 Did she scream  she cry
 Only  that are born
 Are  ones that
 Get to die
 
 One more year closer  dying
 Rotting organs ripping 
 Biological discordance
 Birthday equals  abhorrence
 
 Years keep passing  always
 Mutate into  slugs
  gives a new prescription
  in a fucking gun
 
 One more year closer to 
 Plastic surgeons fuel the 
 You forget  you came in here
 Your mind rots with  New Year
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For  DETH of thee
 You have  time
 And you're running  of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna die
 
 Now you're old and full  hatred
 Take  pill to masturbate
 Children point to  and scream
 Because they will become  thing
 
 One more year of further 
 There's no point  fucking bluffing
 Open up  DETHDAY present
 It's  box of fucking nothing
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the  of thee
  have little time
 And you're  out of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna die
 
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the  of thee
 You have  time
 And you're running out of 
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna die