Текст песни Napalm Death - Twist The Knife (Slowly)

Текст:

Gut level, below it all Off 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 the 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 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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