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 the norm Born to this - I think not! I stand against 'til the shit drops We see all but do nothing, in the hole of how it is