Dethklok - Birthday Dethday

Lyrics 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 grinding Biological discordance Birthday equals self abhorrence Years keep passing aging always Mutate into vapid slugs Doctor gives a new perscription Bullet in a fucking gun One more year closer to dying Plastic surgeons fuel the lying