Day of the Cloud - Orbit Culture

Taken by the darkest trails of mind

I’ve lived through hail and nothing stops these clouds

Searching far and wide for better life

The unknown soul, walking past you now

These ghosts are here for life

These broken hands are tied to dark life

I’ve never seen such night

I’ve lost a crucial piece of mine

Are you okay?

Are you the same?

(No, no, no, no)

Did you miss the point?

Did you miss the point of living?

(No, no, no, no)

This mind is bound to die

These hands are tied to suicide

I’ve never felt such fright

I’ve lost a crucial piece of mine

Eyes of dying, laughing, lonely nights

They do their whispering but only when it’s time

I’ve never known what I’m supposed to tell me

They are always here, since the day of the cloud

These ghosts are here for life

These broken hands are tied to dark life

I’ve never seen such night

I’ve lost a crucial piece of mine

Are you okay?

Are you the same?

(No, no, no, no)

Did you miss the point?

Did you miss the point of living?

(No, no, no, no)

This mind is bound to die

These hands are tied to suicide

I’ve never felt such fright

I’ve lost a crucial piece of mine

I am one of the violent

I am one of the silent