Incubus - S.C.I.E.N.C.E

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, 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

 

 

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 

It's all been saved with exception for the right parts 

When will we be new skin? 

It's all been seen with exception 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? 

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!!

 

 

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, yeah, 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 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 certain shade of green? 

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 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 thh things that I've seen, 

I don't really expect you to care

 

 

SUMMER ROMANCE

 

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 quarter to, 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 to, and make sure we're alone 

I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free

 

 

DISCONNECT

 

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 a 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 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 over, 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 so 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 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 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