Loyal To The Grave Forecast Lyrics

On the jet-black asphalt
A car runs over the rain in silent
An inorganic city that talks nothing
Cloud in March, the forecast is humidity 90percent
Alone, closing eyes my consciousness
Many deaths seem to come and go
The time to think the way to compromise with the death infinitely
In a cage called
The light that can not be caught
The light that can not be hold
To open with my hand
The reality that I need to take
The superficial truth
The reality that is consolidated
The media is behind them
DonЃft wait to stop oneЃfs thoughts
The sky in March, the forecast is humidity 10percent
Alone, closing eyes my consciousness
A impending huge wave
If I take one step back, IЃfd fall into the abyss
A mountain ridge hidden by cloud in the ultimate limits ofthe sky
A bird creating a brave wind
A scar like piercing a sword
I choose what to see and hear with my hand
The sinking sun, sun set in March, humidity zero percent
The shine to show the proof