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 ones that get to die!
One more year closer to dying
Body, organs ripping, rotting,
Biological Discordance
Birthday equals self-abhorrance
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! Deth Day!
Birthday, Deth Day!
Die Die! Deth (Deth) Day!
Birthday, Deth (Deth) Day!
Die-die, Deth-day
Birth-day, Deth-day!
В этот день, много лет назад
что-то зародилось в чреве твоей матери
Этим чем-то был ты
ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ! ТЫ!
Кричала ли она? Рыдала ли она?
Только тем, кто родился, посчастливится сдохнуть
На год ближе к финальной черте
Тело гниет и разлагается
На части распадается, день рожденья-
Это отвращение 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!
Умерщвление! День! Р0жденья! Сдохни! Сдохни! Сдохни!
День умерщвления!
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
Body, organs ripping, rotting,
Biological Discordance
Birthday equals self-abhorrance
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! Deth Day!
Birthday, Deth Day!
Die Die! Deth (Deth) Day!
Birthday, Deth (Deth) Day!
Die-die, Deth-day
Birth-day, Deth-day!
On this day, many years ago
something has arisen in the womb of your mother
It was something you were
YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!
Was she screaming? Was she sobbing?
Only those who were born, are fortunate enough to die
A year closer to the final
The body decays and decomposes
Part breaks up, the birthday-
This disgust for oneself
Hurry up to take a place in hell
Death is already knocking at the door
You do not have much time left
Life slips away from your hands
Happy Birthday
You will soon die
Die! Die! Day!
Killing! Day! Children! Die! Die! Die!
Day of mortification!
Die!