Translation of Scrutiny by Bad Religion

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One ? 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 ? 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 ? 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
Translate to:

One ? 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 ? 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 ? 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