One year closer, one step to death
The clock is ticking, we are writhing inside
Billion cells born and billion others are dead
Celebration, celebration of our demise
Happy birthday, happy doomsday to you
Call some people who are willing to mature with you
We are drinking, our eyes are sinking in booze
We are feasting, we are feasting on our dismay
We are obedient to time
And there is nothing that can be done
Soon we shall descend to our graves
To our graves beneath the ground
And we are singing our ode
To praise frailty of living things.
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