Текст песни Sad Birthday - Isserley

You're awake, why?
It's getting late, why?
It's almost midnight...
Sad birthday

You're kinda hopeful, why?
There's no stars in the sky
You checked your phone, why?
Sad birthday

Nihilistic holidays and morphine bliss
I'd sell your soul to Satan to get rid of this
You hold onto your dreams of recovery
And keep yourself wondering... Why?

My heart is beating, why?
Pretending I'm alive
It's always do or die
Sad birthday

My wrists are bleeding, why?
My heart is stopping, why?
My mouth, it forms a smile
Happy birthday