Greg Graffin The Fault Line
the sun comes up with promise and my eyes burn open wide
and the sting compounds the torture from the vacant hole
inside my conscious recollection of the past events all
seem to verify the emotion that now envelops me dogged as
a drone stagnant as the stone weathered and alone living
on the fault line there's no one here to listen but
there's always room for more they pretend to give you
your say before they slam the door there's very little
patience, and very little love there's just your constant
puzzlement for what you're guilty of dogged as a drone
stagnant as the stone weathered and alone living on the
fault line no one need deliver me from such a familiar
place i've come to terms and work in this ribald
downtrodden state it's subliminal friction under a kind
of veneer and a form of cold injustice that keeps me
stationed here dogged as a drone stagnant as the stone
weathered and alone living on the fault line