Napalm Death - Twist The Knife Slowly скачать mp3

Gut level, below it all Off 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 the 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