Give me a vision when I got none 
and thunderbolts in each hand of my own 
for [bad word]  back to level 
Everything they taught us wrong 

With a crave for for panacea 
World is crawlin' on all fours 
In a search of a new prayer 
Gods are throwin' thunderbolts 

So dub it like toyarisch would 
Dub it like a best friend could 
Dub it like a brother would 
Onto Transmigration! 

I need leads how to keep going 
On the trail of ultimate from the streets to the subconscious 
from subconscious to the God 

Master tell me [bad word] everything they taught us 
Always seems to be so god [bad word] wrong 
In the meantime music from the tiny island 
Takes over the world 

Frequencies of love 
Gather round, [bad word] on 
Frequencies of love  [bad word]  overthrow! 

So dub it like tovarisch could 
Say it like a brother would 
Hold me like a mother would 
Onto transmigration