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

Oh-oh, Dogged as a drone

Oh-oh, stagnant as the stone

Oh-oh, 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

Oh-oh, Dogged as a drone

Oh-oh, Stagnant as the stone

Oh-oh, 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

Oh-oh, Dogged as a drone

Oh-oh, Stagnant as the stone

Oh-oh, Weathered and alone

Living on the fault line