Lyrics Twist The Knife (Slowly) - Napalm Death
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".
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