Incubus

o 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.

Chorus:
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.
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 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

Redefine

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.

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


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?

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.


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,
"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.
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 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!!


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?
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


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 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?


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 never go anywhere.
The things that I've done and the things
that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.


SUMMER ROMANCE (ANTI-GRAVITY LOVE SONG)

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 think I've found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.
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-two, and make sure we're alone.
I think I've 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

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 we 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 sooo stoned that I can't see straight?
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 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 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 I'm to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess 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.