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

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

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

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?

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