Lyrics:

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
Everything's a stone wall
Inertia
History let's 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 let's you die

Inertia
No wish to move at all
Inertia
Everything's a stone wall
Inertia
History let's you die