[singer A] Hardstyle is what I live for! We need those kicks! We need that bass! We need that screech! Hardstyle is my life! [transition] [singer B] Move to the morning dew Smoky mountains nothing new Deep into the mountain top And we're coming till it's time to stop over Your mind, oh my, your mind [singer B] Walking on sunshine I've got to tell you that you're doing fine Walking on sunshine I've got to tell you that you're doing fine [melodic interlude] [singer A] It all started in the past. Distorted kicks and distorted baselines were the results of DJs playing too freaking loud. These vibes brought us together though, and they kept us united. Hardstyle is a language that doesn't speak simple words. It's a language that's spoken and understood by those, if you understand the vibe of Hardstyle. You see, once it gets into your blood, it lives there until you die. [singer A] Hardstyle is what I live for! We need those kicks! We need that bass! We need this screech! And we need the distortion! And most of all, we need that freaking drop! [instrumental] [singer B] Everybody to the next side Everybody to the next side Everybody to the next side Everybody to the next side [singer B] Let me tell you something It's a bit of fine But you don't be feeling love and bright I said when you're floating through your cloud And I've got you shouting loud Your mind, oh my, your mind [singer B] Walking on sunshine I've got to tell you that you're doing fine Walking on sunshine Your mind, oh my, your mind Walking on sunshine I've got to tell you that you're doing fine Walking on sunshine [transition] [singer A] They will never take away my hard music!
