Napalm Death - Twist The Knife Lyrics
Gut level, below it all.Out of duty - just here.Feeling like a knife's being twisted in the hole of how it is.False hope, an inch of prideThat died when i left to hide from non stop batteringOf conditioned opinion.Rest assured but not assured,All is well,But i think we've dealt with the fearFor far too long.Unborn suffer the norm.Born to this - i thin not!I stand against till the shit drops.We see all but do nothing,In the hole of "how it is".