ZOIS - Happy Birthday Lyrics

Oh what a day, today's the day
Three years since leaving home
Still nothing changed for better
It's just the cage that seemed to grow
There's a black mill on the west side
Spinning circles, still its stuck
It's where dead birds scream like sirens,
Yelling high notes to keep this up
I've grown so sick of the wait for better days
One by one
It's happening again
The reaper has torn another page
From the rough draft of my plans
But clock rides on
Let's celebrate the end
That's how things get more embarrassing
Than they already seemed to tend
They seemed to tend
Since the hellhounds whispered mindfulness
I'm lonesome finding peace
There's a girl I think I like her
But she only calls up for weed
So I lock myself inside, I crave to get stoned like a fool
And I'll get much more than I should take
In lack of better things to do
I've grown so sick of the wait for this day to end
Oh my god
It's happening again
I can't think of what's more embarrassing
Than taking people you can't stand
All I want
Is a pencil to my hand
I'll paint a thousand armored skeletons
To make war with your attempts
Make war, let's go

Oh what a day, today's the day
Three years since leaving home
Still nothing changed for better
It's just the cage that seemed to grow
There's a black mill on the west side
Spinning circles, still its stuck
It's where dead birds scream like sirens,
Yelling high notes to keep this up
I've grown so sick of the wait for better days
One by one
It's happening again
The reaper has torn another page
From the rough draft of my plans
But clock rides on
Let's celebrate the end
That's how things get more embarrassing
Than they already seemed to tend
They seemed to tend
Since the hellhounds whispered mindfulness
I'm lonesome finding peace
There's a girl I think I like her
But she only calls up for weed
So I lock myself inside, I crave to get stoned like a fool
And I'll get much more than I should take
In lack of better things to do
I've grown so sick of the wait for this day to end
Oh my god
It's happening again
I can't think of what's more embarrassing
Than taking people you can't stand
All I want
Is a pencil to my hand
I'll paint a thousand armored skeletons
To make war with your attempts
Make war, let's go