Inertia

Oh concrete sighs find you reposed
Smoking a blend of doubt disguised as hope

Inertia fills the culture I must breathe
To feel connection to disease

Past the statues, 'scuse you's' and the tears of old
And the thoughts of man who appeared so bold
Woe becomes the drug and the dreams decay
Though the absence comes the tears obeyed



Credits
Writer(s): Kit Martin, Merve Erdem
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