Scrutiny Bad Religion One 211; two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight Days go marching by There and back I never wait for a confident reply Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can’t be sure of anything any more One 211; two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight Years go flying by No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye Judgment comes in many forms but never scare or shy And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Prejudicial waters wash over me A lifetime of scrutiny And the words just don’t equate with sense or sanity anymore One 211; two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight The faces and the names Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game? `Cuz when death comes it’s swift and my friend We end up and the same It feels like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path and whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can’t remember of anything anymore