S.C.I.E.N.C.E. lyrics

I'm home alone tonight Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind afight
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 quater-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

(Instrumental)

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.

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,

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!

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.

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.

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

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 font try,
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!

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.

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,
"C'est la vie"
It is a circle, there is a plan

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 hibernating human animal.
Do you see what I mean
You stare at me like a vitamin
On the surface you hate,

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 can paint whatever picture
you like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun