Inertia

These are the pictures These are the feelings from the frontline Living in silence Feeling the deafness like heavy smoke Smiling with strangers Counting the days Like a spring coiled up inside Welcome to your future Welcome to your book of lies Fingers crawl through pages Nothing changes living here Inertia, no wish to move at all Inertia, everything's a stone wall Inertia, history lets you die A raged pile of silent accusers Smell the blood of strangers here No eyes, no ears, no smell, no taste The mouth of the maggot is Full of this place Murdered conscience The pressure is crushing heads Like paper lanterns now Unbreakable grip, a dead hand Driving us forward to the end Kicking through the traces A thousand years from now Inertia, no wish to think at all Inertia, everything's a stone wall Inertia, history lets you die Inertia, no wish to move at all Inertia, everything's a stone wall Inertia, history lets you die