Napalm Death - Twist The Knife (Slowly)

Twist The Knife (Slowly)

Gut level, below it all.
Out of duty - just here.
Feelin g like a knifes bein g twisted in the hole of how it is.
False hope, an in ch of pride that died when I left to hide from non
stop batterin g of conditioned opin ion.
Rest assured but not assured, all is well, but I thin k weve dealt
with the fear for far too long.
Unborn suffer the norm.
Born to this - I thin not
I stand again st ti will the shit drops.
We see all but do nothin g, in the hole of B3How it isB2.