Napalm Death - Twist The Knife (Slowly)

Gut level, below it all.
Out of duty - just here.
Feeling like a knife's been in the hole of how it is.
False hope, an ich of pride
THatdied 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.