Glass Pieces from Sleepers by My Own Prison

Poison flows, it cleans my veins.
Kiss of death or broken face.
Weeping relatives are grabbed by the hair.
Relationships, good intentions
stabbed in the back.
Glass pieces of family portraits.
Loving youth days are pushed away.
All the mistakes must be paid!
Convince yourself.
Waiting for the glory days.
Wrath, rolling heads.
Waiting for the glory days.
Hold a candle to the opposite side,
it becomes a milestone.
This is just a shell to live,
shaped by torment we live against the grain.
Poison flows, it cleans my veins.
Kiss of death or broken face.
Waiting for the glory days.
Poison flows, it cleans my veins.
Loving youth days are pushed away.

• Metal
• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• punk hardcore
• Cagliari