Lyrics Deathclock - Birthday
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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
В этот день, много лет назад
что-то зародилось в чреве твоей матери
Этим чем-то был ты
ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ!
Кричали ли она? Рыдала ли?
Только тем, кто родился, посчастливится сдохнуть
На год ближе к финальной черте
Тело гниет и разлагается
На части распадается, день рожденья –
Это отвращенье к самому себе
Поспеши занять местечко в аду
Смерть уже стучится в двери
У тебя осталось мало времени
Жизнь ускользает из твоих рук
С днем…рожденья
Ты скоро сдохнешь
Сдохни! Сдохни! День!
Умерщвленья! День! Рожденья! Сдохни! Сдохни! Сдохни!
День умерщвленья!
Сдохни
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
В этот день, много лет назад
что-то зародилось в чреве твоей матери
Этим чем-то был ты
ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ!
Кричали ли она? Рыдала ли?
Только тем, кто родился, посчастливится сдохнуть
На год ближе к финальной черте
Тело гниет и разлагается
На части распадается, день рожденья –
Это отвращенье к самому себе
Поспеши занять местечко в аду
Смерть уже стучится в двери
У тебя осталось мало времени
Жизнь ускользает из твоих рук
С днем…рожденья
Ты скоро сдохнешь
Сдохни! Сдохни! День!
Умерщвленья! День! Рожденья! Сдохни! Сдохни! Сдохни!
День умерщвленья!
Сдохни
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
On this day, many years ago
something was born in your mother’s womb
That something was you
YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!
Did she scream? Did she cry?
Only those born were lucky enough to die
One year closer to the final line
The body rots and decomposes
Breaks into pieces, birthday -
This self-loathing
Hurry to take a place in hell
Death is already knocking at the door
You have little time left
Life slips from your hands
Happy Birthday
You'll die soon
Die! Die! Day!
Mortification! Day! Birth! Die! Die! Die!
Killing Day!
Die
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
On this day, many years ago
something was born in your mother’s womb
That something was you
YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!
Did she scream? Did she cry?
Only those born were lucky enough to die
One year closer to the final line
The body rots and decomposes
Breaks into pieces, birthday -
This self-loathing
Hurry to take a place in hell
Death is already knocking at the door
You have little time left
Life slips from your hands
Happy Birthday
You'll die soon
Die! Die! Day!
Mortification! Day! Birth! Die! Die! Die!
Killing Day!
Die