paroles de chanson Inertia - James Paddock

This makeshift cell
Confines me in my head
If you couldn't tell
The well is dry and dead

What do you do
When inspiration doesn't come to you?

Chasing this inertia away
I'm losing touch with feeling
In apathy I'm reeling
Caught in my interior ways
I'm staring at the ceiling
Willingness receding

Impatiently
Await the seasons' change
Slithering through me
I can feel the age

What do you do
When all the muses have abandoned you?

Chasing this inertia away
I'm losing touch with feeling
I've scarcely room for breathing
Caught in my interior ways
I'm longing for believing
That this beast will leave me, yeah

But now my grief reigns supreme
I'm imprisoned between waking and sleep
At least the darkness keeps
The world invisible, yeah
But in my dreams, you'd see "me" –
A thousand times more "me" than I'll ever be
Can I harness this
Or is it fictional?

What can I do
When I just can't see eye to eye
With my mind's eye?