Description
Under layers of make up lie dark circles and scars. Under the click-clack of heels in the hallways, lie tired and shaking legs. Under a perfect mother, lies a cold-hearted care-taker. Atop silk sheets, she stares at the cracked ceiling as she stays awake for nights and nights, on the brink of sanity. Coffee cups, the weight of insomnia, the illusion of a perfect daughter, and silent tears at two a.m too late to be turned into screams that want to shudder their way out a pair of aching lungs. Beside a best friend, he sits and makes promises he knows he won't be able to keep. Under the mask of a low life, sit big dreams of a better future. Under a careless hypocrisy, lies a little girl he cares about. Inside a frame of his dead mother stands a father who left two children in a house standing upon a broken family. Atop the garage sofa he sleeps, shut out from the ones who he needs the most, but he keeps shut and begs they can hear of his dreams...of the hours of hard work he's done...hoping it will pay off in the view of a soft face. Under the sky, a car. Atop the earth, a road-trip. Above the police, broken laws. Against the universe, a change. And within hearts, freedom. Within a car, only two. On the tv, amber alerts. On mouths, smiles. In between fingers, caffeine and nicotine. No lullaby, no good-night stories. Only sirens to put them to sleep.
Sirens Put Us To Sleep ► Intro
