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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)
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"
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