I'm searching for Christian number one*
My new creation tunes the vertex of the sun
And inside my planetary gear
The machines decoding heavens
 [bad word] closer [bad word] near

And I'm searching all day and I'm searching all night
For the sonic of [bad word] and a hole in the sky

I stay between the hours
And fill them with sand
My destiny's time dust
Is stolen soil from Promised Land
After lunation number nine
I will start this elevator
With the time key for re-find

And this clockwork is made - Cutting holes in the sky
I will drink from a source called the liquid of time

And this clockwork is made - Cutting holes in the sky
I will drink from a source called the accident time
Now I'm searching all day and I'm searching all night
For the sonic of [bad word] and the hole in the sky

Time is a mystification
Searching the hole in the sky