Inertia

Every minute that's stripped by the tick of the clock Is the sickest affliction, I wish it would stop It's a blistering crop to my reddening eyelids A farce underscored by the deafening silence I'm slipping further into the grip of inertia Where the crickets and birds stick strict to Omertà Any search for purpose deserts ya Inertia's got me stuck deep in this circus The circus Roll up, enjoy the ride The circus They say, they say you've got purpose Don't watch from the side So roll up, roll up, roll up Enjoy the ride