These are the pictures
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These are the feelings from the frontline
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Living in silence
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Feeling the deafness like heavy smoke
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Smiling with strangers
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Counting the days like a spring coiled up inside
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Welcome to your future
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Welcome to your book of lies
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Fingers crawl through pages
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nothing changes living here
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Inertia
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No wish to move at all
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Inertia
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Everything's a stone wall
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Inertia
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History let's you die
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A ragged pile of silent accusers
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smell the blood of strangers here
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No eyes no ears no smell no taste
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the mouth of the maggot is full of this place
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Murdered conscience the pressure is crushing heads
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like paper lanterns now
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Unbreakable grip a dead hand driving us forward to the end
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Kicking through the traces
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A thousand years from now
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Inertia
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No wish to think at all
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Inertia
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Everything's a stone wall
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Inertia
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History let's you die
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Inertia
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No wish to move at all
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Inertia
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Everything's a stone wall
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Inertia
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History let's you die
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Inertia
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| Bruce Dickinson |
