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   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 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   Living on the fault line   Living on the fault line