Patrick J. Derilus – Days Of Birth Lyrics
He was born when the cold rises and the heat dies
Forgetting the day he was baptized
When aging was on the rise and gifts were compromised
Looking upon birthday cards that seemed like guides
Every year round it felt like an accomplishment he's won
100 years in total, how long till he's dead and done?
A cake to murder and food that is hot like the sun
No one was an enemy, no one was made fun
As he got older, lists of demands were still made
Hoping for much, parents were no longer sluggish slaves
Unfortunately, he got the end of the baneful blade
He never asked for a jade, but a phone that was pricelessly prepaid
Now each day of birth reminds him of the end
For the days he was spoiled, he wanted to make attentive amends
Being told "Living it up" was the triteful trend
He hates birthdays now, there was no need to pretend
Forgetting the day he was baptized
When aging was on the rise and gifts were compromised
Looking upon birthday cards that seemed like guides
Every year round it felt like an accomplishment he's won
100 years in total, how long till he's dead and done?
A cake to murder and food that is hot like the sun
No one was an enemy, no one was made fun
As he got older, lists of demands were still made
Hoping for much, parents were no longer sluggish slaves
Unfortunately, he got the end of the baneful blade
He never asked for a jade, but a phone that was pricelessly prepaid
Now each day of birth reminds him of the end
For the days he was spoiled, he wanted to make attentive amends
Being told "Living it up" was the triteful trend
He hates birthdays now, there was no need to pretend
