Another cycle, another turn
Do you feel like celebrating?
You are not what you were last time
You are not what you will be (so fine)
Your thoughts aren´t any more real
Than your dreams and expectations
Why would you be so innocent
And deny we are so impotent
Rotting flesh
Blood and bones
Full of nothing inside of me
I´m nothing but
My own memory
So yeah, happy birthday to me
Blow the candle, there goes a life
Do you feel like singing around?
Things will never be the same
At the end, only my name
Rotting flesh
Blood and bones
Full of nothing inside of me
I´m nothing but
My own memory
So yeah, happy birthday to me















Comments
A good influence, though
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I'm complicated...
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