Bruce Dickinson - Inertia

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