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
