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"