Twist The Knife (Slowly) — Napalm Death

Gut level, below it all. Out of duty - just here.

Feel like a knife's been twisted in the hole of how it is.

False hope, an inch of pride that died when I left to hide from a non stop battering of conditioned opinions,

Rest assured but non assured, all is well, but I think we've dealt with the fear for far too long.

Unborn suffer the norm. Born to this - I think not ! I stand against...till the shit drops.

We see all but do nothing, in the hole of How it is .