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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 ones that get to die! One more year closer to dying Body organs ripping, frying Biological discordance Birthday equals self-abhorance R S V P Please For the death of me You have little time You're running out of life Happy Birthday. You're gonna die! 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 SongtexteYour 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 masturbate 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! Deth-day! Birth-day, Deth-day Die-die, Deth-day Birth-day, Deth-day! Die-die, Deth-day Birth-day, Deth-day! RSVP PLEASE For the DETH of thee You have little time And you're running out of life (Thanks to darkbl4ze437 for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania