Wandering miles without ever arriving
Nothing back to lean on
Can’t go any further withheld by all that burden
Lights are often dimming

Broken chains don’t make you free if you don’t walk the first step
Broken chains don’t make you free, don’t make free if you don’t dare to fly

Apathy stands out and courage fades away
You’re numb by your own indulgences
You know the hand was given without nothing in exchange
So reach out to stomp out this dark room
Fly high

Inertia
Time to stir up, to rise, to change
To stir up, to rise, to change, to fly