Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Dethday

Many years ago today grew
of your mother...
That was you

YOU

YOU YOU YOU YOU

Did she did she cry
Only those are born are the ones that
Get to die

One year closer to dying
Rotting organs ripping
discordance
Birthday self abhorrence

Years keep aging always
Mutate into vapid
Doctor a new perscription
in a fucking gun

One year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the
You why you came in here
Your rots with every New Year

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

Birthday
You're die

Now you're old and full of
a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and
Because they will become thing

One more year of suffering
There's no of fucking bluffing
Open up your DETHDAY
a box of fucking nothing

RSVP
For the of thee
You have time
And you're out of life

DIE DIE



DIE DIE

RSVP
For the of thee
You have time
And you're running out of

Happy
gonna die