These are the pictures, these are the feelings from thefrontline Living in silence, feeling the deafness like heavy smoke Smiling with strangers, counting the days like a spring coiled upinside 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 strangershere No eyes, no ears, no smell, no taste, the mouth of the maggot isfull of this place Murdered conscience, the pressure is crushing heads, like paperlanterns 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