Napalm Death – Twist the Knife (Slowly)

Lyrics Twist the Knife (Slowly) – Napalm Death

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 think not!
I stand against till the shit drops.

We see all but do nothing, in the hole of “How it is”.

Written by: Mitchell Harris, Shane Thomas Embury
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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