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 thin not!
I stand against till the shit drops
We see all but do nothing,
In the hole of "how it is"