Twist The Knife (Slowly)

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 a 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

Unborn suffer (unborn suffer)

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"