Prisoner from Muscular by Muscular

(I’m) Slowly losing control
(I) Won’t find solution behind my window
Sometimes it’s breaking my soul
Nevertheless I will stay up all night long

How could I regain control
Do I need to brick up my windows
Lock up myself, not my soul
Couldn’t care less of  what others say 

(I’m) Chained up, but no bling
When I sleep, they begin, 
The motorcycle circus
I’m, not giving in,
I’m shutting the door
Before I’m losing my mind

Just like a prisoner
Locked in within a love affair
The simple life of being a prisoner
Locked into begin my life

Fake it to make it, overrated
Being cool, overrated
Small talking, overrated
Grind on socials, god, I hate it

Fake it to make it, overrated
Act smooth, overrated
Go out there, overrated
Just being social, god, I hate it

Digital noise put on pause
Finally I can hear my thoughts 
I might seem like a rebel without a cause
Can’t think of anything ruining this night

(I’m) Tied up, by own will
In my solitude, ignoring, 
The motorcycle circus
I Keep wondering,
If 
I’m binding my eyes
can I start living my life

Just like a prisoner
Locked in within a love affair
The simple life of being a prisoner
Locked in to begin my life

Breathe life
Serve some time

• Electronic
• Funk
• House
• Turku