Verse I

Have you used the spell
Which makes my storytell
More rich, more wide
More powerful...It started

Over thousands years ago
When all lifeforms were the uniform
It was odd, it was weird
It was sick, true, deep and creep
It could satisfy itself
Looked like your worst bad trip

Chorus I

Colorful mode
Or state of no-light
It’s actually same things
Whatever you like

Bizarre form of dark essence
Boiling mix of experience
It sparkling magick in itself
Pure shimmering chaos without a shell

But things took unexpected turn
That space-time changed, life was reborn
It straightened out and narrowing down
Those changes began, those changes began…

Verse II

When pictures lose their usual form
And your spell hides its thorns
This is the time to moving on
Carry on, carry on, carry on carry on

Now iron fist is running show
Strong metal chains, lot of ammo
Hard caged mind by rules and law
And pure lifeforms will lose their glow

Chorus II

Colorful mode
Or state of no-light
It’s actually same things
And it’s all were denied

Your privacy
Your personality
Your free mind, way to high
Right to be live, right to own life

They really bite off more than they can chew
Now universe needs who a chosen few
Local displacement in our minds
Shows hidden paths and ways that we will find

Colorful mode or state of no-light
Moving the space-time to twisted side
Let twist twist twist twist
To give bliss bliss bliss bliss bliss

They really bite off more than they can chew
Now universe needs who a chosen few
We bear the pain for using this high
We absorb this power and it consumes us

Six six six sick sick sick pots
With thirteen thirteen thirteen acid drops
This our ritual to open the hole
To parallel world, we will reach the goal