I've seen an old manThe soul was skipping a little bitLike butterfliesI've seen a black manTalk to me, it sounds just a little bit whitishI rest in the gutterBut believe me that I felt just a little bit royallyAnd when I was so stonedI saw the road of life in a clear way suddenlyYeah, yeahMysterious realityNatural virtualityLyrical abilityChildish responsibilityHey, heyI love the opposite of the sameHey, heyAnd contrast is the name of the gameEverything is what it's meant to beYeahThat's mysterious realitySing the contrast songYeah, yeahWhen I talk to LuciferWell, I'm sure we sat in a cafe somewhere in paradiseYou caught an eye on a masterpieceBut it looks like * and junk are having a partnershipOh, yeah, yeah, yeahUnnecessary luxuryNon-polluted mobilitySleeping creativityAnd I am searching what I findHey, heyI love the opposite of the sameAnd contrast is the name of the gameBut everything is what it's meant to beYeahThat's mysterious realitySing the contrast songYeah, yeah, yeahColored monochromicalHeavily facilitatedStereo monotonouslySing the world's best songI love the opposite of the sameAnd conscious is the name of the gameBut everything is what it's meant to beThat's mysterious realitySing the conscious songI think it's time for us to stop the endOh, God.