Inertia

These are the pictures
T hese are the feelings from the front line
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
E verything's a stone wall
Inertia
H istory lets you die

A ragged 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 ofthis 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 traces
A thousand years from now

Inertia
No wish to think at all
Inertia
Everything's a stone wall
Inertia
History lets you die