We Were Aborted

In the grey of yesterday

A breeze blew over exposing

A memory so small

What is it here for?

That your virility makes me forget empathy

And dig your hole

That's what we're here for

To make you feel important

Cos you knew we were aborted

It's the same things that we're saying all the time

And they have have everything

They kept their ribs I'm sure of it

It's what they're all about

But getting inside counts

And mass virility

Has made me forget empathy

And dig your hole

It's what we're here for

To make you feel important

Cos you knew we were aborted

It's the same things that we're saying all the time

(These may be views, but they'll never be mine)

While mid-shelf masturbation

Leaves a smear on half the nation

Its the same things that they're saying all the time

Oh and your virility has made me forget empathy

So I dig your hole

Its what they're here for

To make you feel important

Cos you knew we were aborted

Its the same things that we're saying all the time

And mid-shelf masturbation

Leaves a smear on half the nation

It's the same things that they're saying all the time