Napalm Death - Twist the knife (Slowly) • correction
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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 pride that died when I left to hide from non stop
battering of conditioned opinion
Rest assured but not 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 thin not
I stand against till the shit drops
We see all but do nothing, in the hole of "How it is"