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