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

Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down 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!

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 d.n.a.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt i went potty, 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 to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess 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

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

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! What's 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?
Let's 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!!

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 now?
You're the human 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
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

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

I'm home alone tonight
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind alight
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
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 quater-two, and make sure we're alone
I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free