Twist The Knife

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 a*sured but not a*sured, 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 shit drops We see all but do nothing In the hole of how it is