Napalm d**h - Twist The Knife (slowly) 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 pride That died when i left to hide from non stop battering Of conditioned opinion. Rest a**ured but not a**ured, 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 sh** drops. We see all but do nothing, In the hole of "how it is".