Fault Lines
Chris Corner
The fractures of our lives are becoming fault lines
Cracks so deep I don’t even recognize us
The nightmares we created became our realities
Self-fulfilling prophecies
Behold the disease of things unknown
The fanatics are winning and I wanna go home
There’s a rabbit in the field
And I wanted to chase it
Out of my head
Into the nature
(Behold the fault lines)
There’s a volcano in my heart
And I don’t want to waste it
Psychotic shift
Infinite energy
The fractures of our lives are becoming fault lines
Resistance cowers to futile
Compelled to understand, compelled to communicate
Muted mouth, manic restraint