I don't have to leave any more

Song of the day;;




In the grey of yesterday
A breeze blew over exposing
A memory so small
What is it here for?


Your virility, makes me forget empathy

Dig your hole
That's what we're here for


To make you feel important

'Cause you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that we're saying all the time


And they have everything

They kept their ribs, I'm sure of it
It's what they're all about
But getting inside counts


Mass virility, has made me forget empathy

Dig your hole
It's what we're here for


To make you feel important

'Cause you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that we're saying all the time
(They may be views, but they'll never be mine)


The mid-shelf masturbation

Leaves a smear on half the nation
It's the same things that they're saying all the time


Oh your virility, has made me forget empathy

Dig your hole
It's what they're here for


To make you feel important

'Cause you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that we're saying all the time


The mid-shelf masturbation

Leaves a smear on half the nation
It's the same things that they're saying all the time

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Wake me

Out of the cold