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S.C.I.E.N.C.E. Lyrics

#Redefine#

Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink yeah, now think of your body
as the pen where the ink
resides Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you know? You're the humane magic marker,
wont you please
surprise my eyes?! It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like
no matter what Ted Koppel
says on channel 4 tonight So modify this third rock from the sun by painting
myriads of pictures with the
colors of one I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm
uptight So sick of limiting
myself to fit your definition Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated You'd be sure man that every line drawn
reflected a life that you loved not
an existence that you hated So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it
straight? We've painted a picture,
now we're drowning in paint Lets figure out what the fuck it's about before the
picture we painted chews
us up and spits us out I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry,
now I'm uptight So sick of
limiting myself to fit your definition Redefine

#Vitamin#

I'm born I'm alive I breathe In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere upon
which I reside, is asleep on
its feet. should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up my open eyes
see... A zombified,
somnambulist society Leaving us as vitamins for the hibrating human animal Do
you see what I mean? You
stare at me like a vitamin On the surface you hate but you know you need me
I'll come dressed as any pill
you deem fit Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily And I wonder,
will yoou digest me? Into
the sleep machine I won't plug in in fact I'd rather die before I will comply
To you, my friend, I write the
reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years
you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine

#New Skin#

At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic
catastrophe it cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab To touch, its stiff
and resilient, underneath, the new
skin breathes As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, something under the
surface says, "C'est la vie" It is
a circle, there is a plan dead skin will atrophy itself to start again Look
closely at the open wound see past
what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes stage
Its all been saved with
exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? Its all been seen with
esception for what could be
When will we be new skin? Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions do mold
our decisions So stop
and take a look, and you'll see what I see now

#Idiot Box#

You keep your riches and I'll sew my stiches, you can't make me think like you,
mundane I've got a
message for all those who think that they can etch his words inside my brain
T.V., what do I need? Tell me
who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy when a button does it all, who've
seen the fuckin eye ache too
It's time to step away from cable train And when we finally see the subtle
light, this quirk in evolution will
begin to let us live and recreate T.V., what should I see? Tell me who should I
be? Lets do our mom a
favor and drop a new god off a wall Let me see past the fatuous knocks I've
gotta rid myself of this idiot
box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, and help me plant a bomb in this
idiot box! From the depths
of the sea to the tops of the trees to the seat of a lazy boy... staring at a
silver screen!!!

#Glass#

If I had a dime for everytime you walked away, I could afford to not give a
shit and buy a drink and drown
the day But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, and mine are times two So why
not make an about-face
and accept the love I send to you? You're never gonna be content if you font
try, try to see outside your
line There you go, you did it again! You act as if there's binder on your eyes
Should I apologize if what I
say burns your ears and stains your eyes?! Oh, did I crack your shell? When it
falls away, you'll see we
exist as well! like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingrdients trapped
inside Through the cloudy glass
we catch a glimse of you, I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if
only it could be different we
could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small discrepency, one
complicates and one simplifies
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!! So if I had a dime for every time
you
walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon
today

#A Certain Shade Of Green#

A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say
move ahead Could someone
please explain to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by
ropes? Or do crutches
cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear, and street signs guide my way
Are you gonna stand
around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green? I
think I grew a gray watching
you procrastinate What are yoou waiting for, A certian shade of green? Would a
written invitation signed,
"Choose now or lose it all", sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make tou
stall? You've been raised in
limitaion, but that glove never fit quite right The time has come for
hand-me-downs, choose anew, please
evolve, take flight What are you waiting for? A written invitation? A public
declaration? A private
consolation?

#Favorite Things#

I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty and I know everything you hate in me Fill
me up with over-pious
badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things Remember all the
lessons fed to me? Me the
young sponge, so ready to agree Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead
now aware that I'm alive
and way ahead Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things And
I'm so happy I see you
looking, I know that you're thinking that I'll nver go anywhere The things that
I've done and teh things that
I've seen, I dont really expect you to care

#Summer Romance#

I'm home alone tonight Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind afight
I think I was dreaming up
some thoughts that were seemingly possible... with you So I call you on the tin
can phone We rendezvous at
a quater-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found a way for you and I to
finally fly free When we
get there, we're gonna go far away Making sure to laugh; while we experience
anit-gravity Fot years, I
kept to myself Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf Simply
choose your destination
from the diamond canopy, and we'll be there So I call you on the tin can phone
We rendezvous at a
quater-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found the way for you and I to
finally be free

#Nebula#

Disconnect and let me drift until my upside diwn is right side in Society must
let the artist go, to wander off
into the nebula Upon return, I conjure what was seen I let it pulse and boil
within my limbs I lay my pencil
to the porous page, and let my lunatic indulge itself Wander off into your
nebula, see your nectarine of
multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive Wander in off to your nebula,
your tangerine of electricity is
ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize! Do you enjoy your sight inside? In
little, black book do I confide!

#Deep Inside#

It's 3 o'clock and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've
wondered out of bounds again!
Over and over, we ask ourselves why we dont utilize things that are stored deep
inside of our brains! I'm
on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?
Man, I've got to find my way
back home, but I'm too deep inside It's 4 o'clock and we ask ourselves, "Where
did I go wrong? We passed
my house at least an hour ago!" Over and overr, we ask ourselves why dont we
utilize things that are
stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I
sooo stoned that I can't see
straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to get home! The sun
is creeping overhead again!"
I'm way too deep inside to go home... I've got to get sane!

#Calgone#

On my way home, police car pulled me over After they left, I puttered out of
gas Triple-A' came, but my
card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time I
tried to get some shut-eye,
then I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt They sampled a bit of my
DNA They left me on top
of my sheets I dreamt I went pottyy, then woke up drenched in me This day
sucked the hardest ever... I
woke up on the wrong side of the bed today A little bit less than nothing would
go my way I got up to toss
my soiled sheets, the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe It was then
that I sensed the irony
(burning me) then I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I
suppose I'm the culprit for
running out of gas Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his Triple-A fee In
actuality, I let the zetas
probe me Yesterday was all my fault I let negativity get the better of me Thank
goodness for the bathtubs
and suds! They temporarily set free this quandary


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