Disciples of Inertia by Tahawus Lyrics

Eyes of reflected jewels on a throne of avarice, you are my enemy
Breath of the blackest fog spewing cruel words of ice, I question your sanity
As the world becomes my wound

Vast, destructive habituations, I crown you disciples of inertia
Nefarious hearts no longer pumping blood, now a toxic anti-pneuma
As the world becomes my wound

And the world became my wound

The unbearable lightness of your being, the nothingness on your horizons
The emptiness behind your veil and the void in your dimensions
As the world becomes my wound

And the world became my wound