מילים לשיר Inertia – Bruce Cockburn

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 Inertia Inertia
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 Inertia Inertia
Inertia Inertia Inertia - history lets you die.