Текст (слова) песни: Napalm Death - Twist The Knife (Slowly) (Pete Coleman O
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 assured but not assured, all is well, but I think we`ve dealt with the fear for far too long. 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".
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