Cosmic Keys of My Creation

Every time when we get high
Jumping into the box of five
Elements that you can always touch
All together, they create a star
On my first day of denial
See your hands, holding the fire
Fire of the wisdom of times
Shining, as a piece of a star
Second seconds of the acceptance
Day of water and the surveillance
We are one with the place where we born
Till the hour we are deformed
Cosmic keys of my creation
As a symbol close to your heart
When your God is going mad and your eyes are turning red
All dimensions turning to dust
Ordinance is coming to its final phase
Million feelings are in vain
Questions are about our silly cruel faith
Let me have my hits and go insane
Can't remember the day of the 3rd,
The foggy day and pain in the throat
I was high for more than three years,
Surfing through the clouds in the air
The final element of the four
The force of soil and ready to go
One-step left for the perception
Of my keys, of the creation
Cosmic keys of my creation
As a symbol close to your heart
When your God is going mad and your eyes are turning red
All dimensions turning to dust