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 – everthing’s a stone wall

Inertia – history 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 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 – everthing’s a stone wall

Inertia – history lets you die



Inertia – no wish to move at all

Inertia – everthing’s a stone wall

Inertia – history lets you die