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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Writer(s): Mitchell Harris, Shane Thomas Embury