Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lawnmower Deth
Performer
Napalm Death
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitch Harris
Composer
Shane Embury
Lyrics
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gut level, below it all
Out of duty - just here
[Verse 2]
Feeling like a knife's being twisted
In the hole of "How it is"
[Verse 3]
False hope, an inch of pride that died
When I left to hide
From a non-stop battering
Of conditioned opinion
[Verse 4]
Rest assured but not assured
All is well, but I think we've dealt with the fear
For far too long
[Verse 5]
Unborn suffer
Unborn suffer
Unborn suffer the norm
[Verse 6]
Born to this - I think not!
I stand against
Till the shit drops
[Verse 7]
We see all but do nothing
In the hole of "How it is"
Written by: Shane Embury, Mitch Harris