Sleepers Eve from Sleepers by My Own Prison

Woken up under pressure.
Crowd is chasing, leaving breathless.
Business plane, Homeless end.
Messy life against linear presence.
It's starting to get cold by now.
Slick convenience to bite.
Rain smells from the day before,
bitter taste for the street anchors.
Thinking that we got it in hand,
this life doesn't keep the promises.
Reassuring line, shopping windows for daily smiles.
Slow-motion view, system in a groove, slice of life.
Back on the floor, looking at season to die.
Open these doors to ordinary minds.
Kings oblivion, faded kingdoms.
Expectations collapse, dreamers ignored.
No one hears you.
Brainwashed by levels of social reviews.
Swapping the night for the daytime.
Distant from lives that are full of false lights.
Disparate sides, little white lies.

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