I've seen an old man
The soul was skipping a little bit
Like butterflies
I've seen a black man
Talk to me, it sounds just a little bit whitish
I rest in the gutter
But believe me that I felt just a little bit royally
And when I was so stoned
I saw the road of life in a clear way suddenly
Yeah, yeah
Mysterious reality
Natural virtuality
Lyrical ability
Childish responsibility
Hey, hey
I love the opposite of the same
Hey, hey

And contrast is the name of the game
Everything is what it's meant to be
Yeah
That's mysterious reality
Sing the contrast song
Yeah, yeah
When I talk to Lucifer
Well, I'm sure we sat in a cafe somewhere in paradise
You caught an eye on a masterpiece
But it looks like * and junk are having a partnership
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unnecessary luxury
Non-polluted mobility
Sleeping creativity
And I am searching what I find

Hey, hey
I love the opposite of the same
And contrast is the name of the game
But everything is what it's meant to be
Yeah
That's mysterious reality
Sing the contrast song
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Colored monochromical
Heavily facilitated
Stereo monotonously
Sing the world's best song
I love the opposite of the same
And conscious is the name of the game
But everything is what it's meant to be
That's mysterious reality
Sing the conscious song
I think it's time for us to stop the end
Oh, God.