Missing Link from Comatose by My Own Prison

Suicidal generation.
Hard to tell and hard to see.
Can not pretend, can not inhale, our last breath.
Cheap intentions, can not sell them neither
blindfolded and buried to the neck.
Try to be a part of break.

Missing link. Filling stinks.
Spread a lie and let it bloom.
Tried once… smashed later.
Forever late, Forever debts.
Tried once… Forever scorned, forever thief.

Open your arms wide, receive the grief.
Get yourself lost, hear yourself fail

Keep yourself off, pray for consequence.
Close every door to providence.
Money and fame to smile with some gold tooth.
Seeing lights going off, about this youth.

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