Inertia - text

Deeply dazed in clouded mind,
Shrouded from the truth I’d find,
Digging deep into abyss,
Finding fragments I had missed,
Memories play hard to get,
Pain just plays hard to forget,
Answers become hard to see,
In blindness that imprisons me.

This inertia,
Hiding, waiting silently,
For all this hate inside of me,
This inertia,
Hiding, waiting patiently,
To set this built up anger free.

Sleepless but still dreaming blind,
Insomniatic hazy lines,
Focusing but nothing’s clear,
Reaching out but nothing’s here,
Bludgeoned and betrayed I seek,
Words from things that cannot speak,
Answers become hard to hear,
In deafness to which I adhere.

Standing ground,
Bleeding out,
Head held down,
Hands reach out.

This inertia,
Hiding, waiting silently,
For all this hate inside of me,
This inertia.

This isn’t just retail,
The soul is not for sale,
You’ll never take me,
You’ll never break me,
I know I can’t win,
But you won't save me,
You sold us out just to feed your mouth,
You build your walls just to keep me out,
You think you’re durable,
This isn’t curable!

There is no cure for this,
'Cause this is the cure.
There is no cure for this,
'Cause this is the cure.
There is no cure for this (no cure for this),
'Cause this is the cure.
There is no cure for this (no cure for this),
This is the cure!

Clip the wings and let us fly,
Just to,
Watch us all fall from grace,
And die,
Drain our faith and stain belief,
In life,
Keep us all on tightened leash,
Kept quiet.
You keep us quiet.

Stop the liberated minds,
And find,
Better ways to keep us blind,
From lies,
All this time I’ve dazed in dream,
Believed,
Freedom isn’t all it seems,
It’s just… a… scheme… for… the… ma­chine

Standing ground,
Bleeding out,
Head held down,
Hands reach out.

Standing ground,
Bleeding out,
Head held down,
Hands reach out.

Standing ground,
Bleeding out,
Head held down,
Hands reach out.

Standing ground,
Bleeding out,
Head held down,
Hands reach out.

This inertia, this inertia
Hiding, waiting silently,
For all this hate inside of me,
This inertia, this inertia
Hiding, waiting patiently,
To set this built up anger free.

This inertia, this inertia
Hiding, waiting silently,
For all this hate inside of me,
This inertia, this inertia!

All this time you’ve enraged me,
Now revenge seems so bitter sweet,
Too proud to fall, too blind to see,
But now the end will set you free!

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