Скачать или смотреть JensT - The Wheels Dont Sleep (Symphonic Deathcore Version)

(Brutal, chaotic metal, female vocals, doom metal, metalcore, harsh, male vocals, harsh male vocals, beautiful, clean female vocals, clean)

The wheels turn on, another day begun,
Coffee in hand, chasing a vanishing sun.
Grey sky morning, red-light parade,
Stuck in traffic, dreams start to fade.

Faces blur through fogged-up glass,
Same damn story, another class.
Deadlines whip like winter rain,
And every hour sounds just like pain.

And the wheels of work, they never sleep,
Grinding bones down cold and deep.
Fatigue sits heavy in my chest,
Panic dancing, never rests.
Anxiety whispers like a curse,
Each breath I take just makes it worse.
The mask I wear is paper thin—
Can’t remember where I end, or begin.

Sunrise melts into sunset skies,
But I don’t see it—just pass it by.
The seasons come and slip away,
Like pages torn from yesterday.

Leaves fall, bloom, then fall again,
But I’m stuck on this rusted chain.
Life moves fast outside this screen,
I watch it blur like a silent scream.

My hands are shaking, heart won't slow,
Every thought a hammer blow.
Body’s tired, brain's on fire,
Hope just burned out in the wires.

I try to breathe, but it won’t stick,
Clock hands laughing, ticking quick.
Every moment’s razor thin,
Another war I can’t win.

Oh, the wheels of work, they never sleep,
They spin while dreams fall in a heap.
Stress and sorrow flood my veins,
I'm drowning in invisible chains.
A hollow smile for all to see—
But no one knows what’s wrong with me.
The sun, the moon, just pass me by,
While stars fall out the aching sky.

My body lags, my soul won't rise,
I count regrets behind my eyes.
No rest comes when day is done,
Just fear of facing the next one.

My thoughts are loud, but no one's home,
I'm surrounded, still alone.
A puppet pulled by unseen thread,
Alive in form, but inside, dead.

So if you see me in the haze,
Stuck inside these numbered days,
Just know I’m trying not to break,
Though every breath feels like a fake.

The wheels keep turning—grinding, slow—
Dragging me where I don't want to go.
But maybe one day, they'll fall still,
And I’ll find silence, find my will.

But for now, I wear this frown,
The clock ticks on, it won’t calm down.