He's gonna go, go get it
Gonna run, run set it
In an otherwise hidden realm
Everybody knows it's fucking wild in a new frontier unbound
It's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and fate
So, come on everybody, let's get together
High above 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
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
Come on everybody lets get together, high above 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

We'll spin like a DJ's turntable
We'll spin like a DJ's turntable
We'll spin like a DJ's turntable