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 a 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