S.C.I.E.N.C.E.
Album - 9 ottobre 1997 - Debaser id 114028

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 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 myraids of pictures with the colours of the one.

CHORUS (x2)
I'm sick of painting it 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 the paint.
Let's figure out what the fuck it's about,
before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out.

CHORUS (x2)

Redefine.

CHORUS

Must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the 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 born.
I'm alive.
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere,
upon which I reside,
is asleep on it's feet.
should I go back to sleep?

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 it's feet.
should I, should I, should I go back to sleep?

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you need me.
I come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
all the more easily

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, do you, do you see what I mean?

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you want me.
I come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the 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.

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you want me.
I come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
all the more easily

At first I see an open wound
infected and disastrous.
It breathes chaotic catastrophe,
It cries to be renewed.(Flaming over!)
It's tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form a scab.
To the touch, it's stiff and resilient,
underneath, the new skin breathes.

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

As outwardly cliche as it may seem,
Yess- something under the surface says, "C'est la vie."
It is a circle, there is a plan,
dead skin will atrophy itself and start again.
Look closely at that open wound,
see past what covers the surface.
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes the stage.

Dead skin will atrophy itself and start again.(x3)

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

It's all been seen,
with the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?
[Spoken]
UNTIL THE 20th CENTURY
REALITY WAS EVERYTHING
HUMANS COULD TOUCH,
SMELL, SEE, AND HEAR.
SINCE THE INITIAL
PUBLICATION OF THE
CHARTED ELECTROMAGNETIC
SPECTRUM, HUMANS HAVE
LEARNED THAT WHAT THEY
CAN TOUCH, SMELL, SEE, AND
HEAR IS LESS THAN ONE
MILLIONTH OF REALITY.
[/Spoken]

Fallacious cognitions
spewed from televisions
do mould our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and you'll see what i see now.

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

It's all been seen,
with the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?

You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches
You can't make me think like you, mundane
I've got a message for all those who think that
They can etch these 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?

So listen up, glisten up closely 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 do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of autonomy
When a button does it all?

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!

If I had a dime for every time you walked away
I could afford to not give a shit
And buy a drink and drown my day
But your pockets, they are empty
Yea, 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 don't try
Try to see outside your line
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders 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 ingredients trapped up inside
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse 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 discrepancy
One complicates and one simplifies

You're never gonna be content if you don't try
Try to see outside your line
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders 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!

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

On this page
You see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus
I wonder why?
Wonder why?
On this page
You see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus
I wonder why?
Now turn the page
Thank you
On this page
You see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't say things that hurt others
Is it pussy cat?
Pussy cat, pussy cat, pussy cat
Isn't that hippo fat!
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Or shout: Hyena, I hate you!
Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you
I found a sound in the house one day
If you know who lost it,
I'll give it away
Away, give it away, give it away
This sound I found said
This sound belongs to a
Pot, pot, pot
The magic medicine worked!

A certain shade of green,
tell me, is that what do 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,
the street signs point the way.

(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 you waiting for,
a certain shade of green?) (CHORUS)

Would a written invitation
signed, "Choose now or lose it all,"
sedate your hesitation?
Or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation,
but that glove never fit quite right.
The time has passed for hand-me-downs,
choose a new, please evolve,
take flight.

(CHORUS)

Green� What are you waiting for?
What you waitin� for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?

Remember when you procrastinate you choose last!

(I think I grew a gray, watching you PROCRASTINATE!)
(CHORUS)

I'm thinking of my soul severity
And I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerate
Throw them up; one of my favorite things

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things
My favorite things

Remember all the lessons fed to me
Me, the young sponge, so ready to agree
Years have gone; 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
Hell ya
Wo ya
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 the things that I've seen
I don't really expect you to care
Go!

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things
Hell ya
Wo ya
I'm so happy
Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite
Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things.

I'm home alone tonight
Full moon illuminates my room
And sends my mind aflight
I think I was dreaming of some thoughts
That were seemingly possible with you
So I call you on the tin can phone
We rendezvous at quarter to
And make sure we're alone
I think I have found a way for you and I to finally fly free

When we get there
We're gonna go fly so far away
Making sure to laugh
While we experience anti-gravity

Anti-gravity (x2)

For years, I kept it to myself
Now potentialities are bound
And living 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 to
And make sure we're alone
I think I've found the way for you and I to finally be free

When we get there
We're gonna go fly so far away
Making sure to laugh
While we experience anti-gravity

anti-gravity (x2)

anti-gravity (x2)

Do... you..., do you enjoy... your sight inside...

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

Wander off into you nebula
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

In....little black book... do I... confide..

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 you nebula
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, prize, prize, prize

"Such as is found in the crab: nebula"
"Such as is found: nebula"
"Nebula is found, is found"
"As it is found: nebula, nebula"

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

Wander off into you nebula
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

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...)

Deep inside, I'm on my own, I can't see straight
Deep inside, cause I'm so stoned, 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 we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago

(Over and over we, ask ourselves why don't,
utilize things that are, stored deep inside of our...)

Deep inside, I'm on my own, I can't see straight
Deep inside, 'cause I'm so stoned, I can't see straight

(cool guitar solo)

It's 5 o'clock, and we tell ourselves
We need to get home
The sun is creeping overhead again

I'm way too deep inside to get home....x4
Oh my god I've got to get home....x3
I'm way too deep inside to get home

(over and over we, ask ourselves why we don't,
utilize things that, are stored deep inside of our...)

I know exactly where we are, where the FUCK are we?

(another cool guitar solo till end)