Dethklok - Happy Birthday | Текст песни

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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, frying
Biological discordance, birthday equals self-abhorence
R.S.V.P. Please
For the death of thee
You have little time
You’re running out of life
Happy…birthday
You’re gonna die
Die! Die! Death
Day! Birth! Day
Dethday! Die! Die! Die! Dethday! Deathday!
Die