You're not supposed to cry on your birthday

[chixalfred]

Hell hounds on your trail now once again boy
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
Because it's not what you make it's what you leave

And we're gonna get high high high
When I'm low low low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams why oh why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymnes from yesterday
Of misery