Lyrics:
Many years ago todaySomething grew inside of your motherThat thing was YOU!You! You! You! You! You!Did she scream? Did she cry?Only those that are bornAre ones that get to die!One more year closer to dyingRotting organs ripping grindingBiological discordanceBirthday equals self-abhorance-Solo-Years keep passing, aging alwaysMutate into vapid slugsDoctor gives a new prescriptionBullet in a fucking gunOne more year closer to dyingPlastic surgeons fuel the lyingYou forget why you came in hereYour mind rots with every New YearR.S.V.P., pleaseFor the deth of theeYou have little timeAnd you're running out of lifeHappy BirthdayYou're gonna die!Now you're old and full of hatredTake a pill To masterbatredChildren point to you and screamBecause they will become that thingOne more year of further sufferingThere's no point of fucking bluffingOpen up your Dethday presentIt's a box of fucking nothingR.S.V.P., pleaseFor the deth of theeYou have little timeAnd you're running out of lifeHappy birthdayYou're gonna die!Die-dieDeth-dayBirth-dayDeth-dayDie-dieDeth-dayBirth-dayDeth-day-Solos-R.S.V.P., pleaseFor the deth of theeYou have little timeYou're running out of lifeHappy birthdayYou're gonna dieYou're running out of life