| 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 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 =B3How it is=B2 |
