i Wypierdalaj Lyrics

Many years ago today
Something grew inside of your
Mother...
That thing was 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 prescription
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

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 in fucking bluffing
Open up your DETHDAY present
It's a box of fucking nothing

PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

Happy Birthday
You're gonna die