Текст песни Inertia (Live) - Bruce Dickinson
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Meltdown
2 Space Race
3 Back from the Edge (2001 Remastered Version)
4 Inertia
5 Faith
6 Solar Confinement
7 Dreamstate
8 I Will Not Accept the Truth
9 Inside the Machine
10 Headswitch
11 Octavia
12 Innerspace
13 Strange Death In Paradise
14 Rescue Day
15 I'm In a Band With an Italian Drummer (2001 Remastered Version)
16 God's Not Coming Back
17 Armchair Hero
18 R 101
19 Americans Are Behind
20 Inertia (Live)
21 Faith (Live)
22 Innerspace (Live)
23 The Prisoner (Live)
24 Re-Entry (2001 Remastered Version)
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