Yeah!!!

He´s gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it
In another white hidden realm (?)
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 once 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 of sight
Well within an inch, a billion colors
The entire world´s contrast light
Oh it ain´t right, another fight
Well it gets so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walk through
I walk through the vicious ones
and I really don´t care

Well there´s no more food on the table
What once 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 distrust
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
And what once 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