Napalm Death LyricsSong: Twist The Knife |
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| 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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| Twist The Knife Lyrics |
