Science 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 now
Youre the human magic marker wont you
please surprise my eyes
Its 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
Im sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry now Im 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
Youd 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 cant get it straight
Weve painted a picture
now were drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck its about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
Im sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry now Im uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Redefine

Vitamin
Im born
Im 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.
Ill 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 wont plug in
in fact Id rather die before I will comply.
To you my friend
I write the reason I still live
cause in my mind its 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 the touch its stiff and resilient
underneath the new skin breathes
As outwardly cliche as it may seem
yes something under the surface says
Cest 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.
Its all been saved
with exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin
Its 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 stitches
you cant 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
So listen up
glisten up closely all
whove seen the fuckin eye ache too
Its 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
Whats the use of autonomy
when a button does it all
T.V. what should I see
Tell me who should I be
Lets do our mom a favor and drop
a new god off a wall.
Let me see past the fatuous knocks.
Ive 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 every time 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
Youre 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 theres 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 youll see we exist as well
Like a bottle with the cork stuck
your true ingredients trapped 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.
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
Id be filthy rich by noon today

Magic Medicine
instrumental

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 you 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
Youve been raised in limitation
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
Im thinking of my souls 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 Im alive and way ahead.
Too bad the things that make you mad
are my favorite things.
And Im so happy.
I see you looking I know that youre thinking
that Ill never go anywhere.
The things that Ive done and the things
that Ive seen I dont really expect you to care

Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song)
Im 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 were alone.
I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
When we get there were 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 well be there.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at a quarter-two and make sure were alone.
I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free

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.
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

Deep Inside
Its 3 o'clock
and we ask ourselves
Where are we now
It seems weve wondered out of bounds again
Over and over we ask ourselves why we dont utilize
things that are stored
deep inside of our brains
Im on my own and I cant see straight
Am I so stoned that I cant see straight
Man Ive got to find my way back home
but Im too deep inside
Its 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
dont we utilize things
that are stored deep inside of our brains
Im on my own and I cant see straight
Am I sooo stoned that I cant see straight
Its 5 oclock
and we ask ourselves
We need to get home The sun is creeping overhead again
Im way too deep inside to go home
Ive got to get sane 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 Im to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess Im the culprit for running out of gas
Lets assume Im the guy who didnít 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