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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] out of life 

Happy Birthday 
You're gonna die 

Now you're old and full of hatred 
Take a pill to [bad word] 
Children point to you and scream 
Because they will [bad word] that thing 

One more year of further suffering 
There's no point of [bad word] bluffing 
Open up your DETHDAY present 
It's a box of [bad word] nothing 

RSVP PLEASE 
For the DETH of thee 
You have little time 
And [bad word] out of life

Happy Birthday 
You're gonna die

DIE DIE 
DETHDAY 
BIRTHDAY 
DETHDAY 
DIE DIE 
DETHDAY 
BIRTHDAY 
DETHDAY 

RSVP PLEASE 
For the DETH of thee 
You have little time 
And [bad word] out of life 

Happy Birthday 
You're gonna die