Napalm Death Twist The Knife (Slowly) Lyrics

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 a__ured but not a__ured,
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 s___ drops.
We see all but do nothing,
In the hole of How it is.