These are the pictures
These 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 - everything'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 - 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
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