Slaying For Another Year

Well, it's my birthday.

Now, before you get all pumped up about leaving me some birthday message, allow me to say that I am not fond of birthdays. Not in the least. That's not to say you can't. I cannot very well stop you. I don't use comment moderation.

Anyway...

I contend, in a fairly sarcastic, karmic, reincarnatative way, that I am paying for the crimes of the man executed the day I was born. It's not just that he was executed, but he was the last known public execution by guillotine. And let us be fair, if you had your head lopped off publicly, you had to have done something fairly vile.

And since I'm still fresh off the Metalocalypse season finale, I figured I'd provide you with the birthday song that was produced by the creator of the show. Lyrics below so you can follow along. Happy birthday. You're going to die.

Dethklok is fucking brutal metal in every sense of the word.

Mmm... brutal metal.

Ironically, this song DOES make me smile about it being my birthday.



Birthday Dethday:
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, grinding
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self-abhorrence

Years keep passing, aging always
Mutate into vapid slugs
Doctor gives a new prescription
Bullet in a fucking gun

One more year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the lying
You forget why you came in here
Your mind rots with every new year

Chorus(ish):
RSVP please
For the Death of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

Happy Birthday
You're going to die

Now you're old and full of hatred
Take a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and scream
Because they will become that thing

One more year of further suffering
There's no point in fucking bluffing
Open up your Deathday present
It's a box of fucking nothing

Chorus-ish

Die Die Deathday
Birthday Deathday

Chorus-ish

Happy Birthday
You're going to die!

Editor's Note: I'm actually in a fairly splendid mood, despite that I'm lazily celebrating my parents ability to fuck.