Napalm Death - Twist The Knife Slowly - Текст песни

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 .