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S.C.I.E.N.C.E.
by Incubus
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Overall Rating:
2.9218
Avg. Critic Score:
3.0750
S.C.I.E.N.C.E. Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- 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?
- 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 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'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
- Whatever helps you swallow 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 see what I mean?
- You stare at me like I'm 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 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'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
- Whatever helps you swallow truth
- all the more easily.
- [Thanks to mullets_rock@punkmail.com, a_demons_dreaming_eyes@yahoo.com, niffer_incubus_lover@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
- 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,
- 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
- 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 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?
- 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!
- 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.
- 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 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 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 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
- I'd be filthy rich by noon today
- [Thanks to makeurself_@hotmail.com, secretagentman456@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
- 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 point the 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?
- You've been raised in limitation,
- but that glove never fit quite right.
- The time has passed for hand-me-downs,
- choose anew, please evolve,
- take flight
- What are you waiting for?
- A written invitation?
- A public declaration?
- A private consolation?
- [Thanks to pinapr@aol.com, secretagentman456@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
- 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!
- It's 3 o'clock,
- and we ask ourselves,
- 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,
- 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 sooo stoned that I can't see straight?
- It's 5 o'clock,
- and we tell ourselves,
- I'm way too deep inside to go home...
- I've got to get sane!
- [Thanks to fortyniner761@hotmail.com, thechimp55@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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