| Song | Inertia |
| Artist | Down Royale |
| Album | Sway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Receptors ignite the misconception of happiness | |
| It will never | |
| Dislodged from your perch, now powerless in this systematic turn | |
| For what its worth, the freedom is there it’s yours to earn | |
| So take it, mend it, abide the scripts and make this unmistaken, now face it | |
| Every step you gain is my every inch of pain | |
| Shades of red stain my eyes, next to you a body of lies | |
| It’s all in your head | |
| This will never be the same | |
| This is not your game | |
| Just think about it | |
| To blame it on this something so pitiful | |
| An excuse just to break this inertia | |
| That wait is over, you can taste it | |
| Here’s your chance to forget this ever happened | |
| You’re in over your head | |
| It will never be the same | |
| A dream unforeseen to an innocent heart | |
| Not in a million years could you tear this apart | |
| While it’s a nice thought just resume with your child’s play | |
| A sickening way, some would say, written like poetry | |
| It will never be the same |
| Receptors ignite the misconception of happiness | |
| It will never | |
| Dislodged from your perch, now powerless in this systematic turn | |
| For what its worth, the freedom is there it' s yours to earn | |
| So take it, mend it, abide the scripts and make this unmistaken, now face it | |
| Every step you gain is my every inch of pain | |
| Shades of red stain my eyes, next to you a body of lies | |
| It' s all in your head | |
| This will never be the same | |
| This is not your game | |
| Just think about it | |
| To blame it on this something so pitiful | |
| An excuse just to break this inertia | |
| That wait is over, you can taste it | |
| Here' s your chance to forget this ever happened | |
| You' re in over your head | |
| It will never be the same | |
| A dream unforeseen to an innocent heart | |
| Not in a million years could you tear this apart | |
| While it' s a nice thought just resume with your child' s play | |
| A sickening way, some would say, written like poetry | |
| It will never be the same |
| Receptors ignite the misconception of happiness | |
| It will never | |
| Dislodged from your perch, now powerless in this systematic turn | |
| For what its worth, the freedom is there it' s yours to earn | |
| So take it, mend it, abide the scripts and make this unmistaken, now face it | |
| Every step you gain is my every inch of pain | |
| Shades of red stain my eyes, next to you a body of lies | |
| It' s all in your head | |
| This will never be the same | |
| This is not your game | |
| Just think about it | |
| To blame it on this something so pitiful | |
| An excuse just to break this inertia | |
| That wait is over, you can taste it | |
| Here' s your chance to forget this ever happened | |
| You' re in over your head | |
| It will never be the same | |
| A dream unforeseen to an innocent heart | |
| Not in a million years could you tear this apart | |
| While it' s a nice thought just resume with your child' s play | |
| A sickening way, some would say, written like poetry | |
| It will never be the same |