Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Skunkworks

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