Yeah!!!
    He's gonna go go get it
  Gonna run run set it
    Hidden realm
  Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
  It's not the style, nor a trial
  It's the best of love and hate
  Come on everybody, lets get together
  I appall the backdrop of hate
    Well there's no more food on the table
  What was strong, no longer able
  And an open mind, no longer stable
  And it spin like a DJ's turntable
    A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
  With no dimensions in sight
  Well given an inch, a billion colors
  The entire world's contrast light
    Oh it ain't right, another fight
  Well all of it's so very clear
  With my passion on a stud, I walked through
  I walked through the vicious ones
  I really don't care
    Well there's no more food on the table
  What was strong, no longer able
  And an open mind, no longer stable
  And it spin like a DJ's turntable
    My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
  Getting across this trust
  Passive resistance, Your assistance (You're the one smoking dust)
    It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
  Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate
    Well there's no more food on the table
  I once/What was strong, no longer able
  And an open mind, no longer stable
  And it spin like a DJ's turntable
    Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
  Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
  Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable