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

To be continued...