Twist The Knife (Slowly)

Gut level, below it all

Off 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 the 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 the norm

Born to this,

I thin not

I stand against

Till the **** drops

We see all but do nothing

In the hole of how it is