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

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
Won't 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
Let's 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

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 hibernating 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 you 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

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

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
It's 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
It's all been saved with exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin'
It's 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

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 never go anywhere
The things that I've done and teh things that I've seen
I don't really expect you to care

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 don't 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 don't 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!

I'm home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight.
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 quarter-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 anti-gravity.
For 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 quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
I may have found the way for you and i to finally be free