Napalm Death - Twist The Knife free for downloading

Lyrics

Gut level, below it all.
Out of duty — just here.
Feeling like a knifes 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 weve 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».