Let me guide you through the story of a boy and his curse. Tiny diamond in his stroller. With his first step, chasing the hearse. Sipping at a cup that's halfway filled, looking forward to the day he pays that drinking bill.
There's no peace, there's no quiet on this earth. He can finally nestle tightly in that womb beneath the dirt. Hurt no more, and when he turned 24, he wrote a note to nail to God's front door that said...
I want death, death for my birthday. I want death, death in the worst way. I want death, death for my birthday. Don't get me wrong, 'cause I love life, but life has a boyfriend. Bless my soul, I'm out to destroy them. I want death, death for my birthday.
For the high-paying job and the love of his life He rode a rollercoaster ride of lust on their wedding night. They made a baby in unmentionable ways, he was ungrateful as a man could be on that blessed day.
And underneath, he thought, 'This is all a phase. Just a blip in the existence of the structure, vast and great.' Praying each night to his cross of a charm, for the one thing he couldn't afford, just to buy the farm.
I want death, death for my birthday. I want death, death in the worst way. I want death, death for my birthday. Don't get me wrong, 'cause I love life, but life has a boyfriend. Bless my soul, I'm out to destroy them. I want death, death for my birthday.
Win or lose another friend again. Or watch them start a war that's fought for ideals that are dead. I'll never have an argument again. Because my dust will be your salt. My blood will hydrate you all. My heart will be your meal. And I won't ride the cycle of the way it kills to think and feel no more. No.
I want death, death for my birthday. I want death, death in the worst way. I want death, death for my birthday. Don't get me wrong, 'cause I love life, but life has a boyfriend. Bless my soul, I'm out to destroy them. I want death, death for my birthday.
One sweet day, his heart ceased to beat. He fell so fast beneath all our feet Through bugs and snakes, last words he had to say were 'Help me claw my way to the surface. Oh sweet Lord, you know I deserved this. Just one more. Just one more birthday.'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
