We Were Aborted The Cribs In the grey of y[Bm]esterday A breeze blew over e[D]xposing A memory so smal[G]l What is it here f[A]or? Your vir[Bm]ility, Makes me forget e[D]mpathy Dig your [G]hole That's what we're here [A]for To ma[D]ke you feel important 'Cause you k[G]new we were aborted It's the [A]same things that we're saying all [G]the time And they have have e[Bm]verything They kept there ribs, I[D]'m sure of it It's what they're al[G]l about But getting inside [A]counts Mass vi[Bm]ril (guitaretab.com)
