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 Birthday Dethday
 
 Many years  today
 Something grew inside  your
 Mother...
  thing was you
 
 YOU
 
 YOU YOU YOU 
 
 Did she scream did  cry
 Only  that are born
 Are the  that
 Get to die
 
 One  year closer to dying
  organs ripping grinding
 Biological discordance
 Birthday  self abhorrence
 
 Years  passing aging always
 Mutate  vapid slugs
 Doctor  a new prescription
 Bullet in a  gun
 
  more year closer to dying
  surgeons fuel the lying
 You forget  you came in here
 Your mind rots  every New Year
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH of 
 You have  time
 And you're  out of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna die
 
 Now you're old and full of 
 Take a  to masturbate
 Children point to you  scream
 Because they will become  thing
 
  more year of further suffering
 There's no point  fucking bluffing
 Open  your DETHDAY present
 It's a  of fucking nothing
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH of 
  have little time
 And you're running out  life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna die
 
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH  thee
 You have  time
  you're running out of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna die