Album: S.C.I.E.N.C.E. (1997)
Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink,
yea, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides.
Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you now?
You are the human magic marker, won´t you please surprise my eyes?!
It is in your nature, you pain´t whatever picture you like.
no matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight.
So modify this 3rd rock from the sun,
by pain´ting myraids of pictures with the colours of the one.
CHORUS (x2)
I am sick of pain´ting it black & white
my pen is dry, now I am 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 & become illustrated.
You would 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 not get it straight?
We have pain´ted a picture, now we are drowning in the pain´t.
Let´s figure out what the f*ck it is about,
before the picture we pain´ted chews us up & spits us out.
CHORUS (x2)
Redefine.
CHORUS
Must we demonstrate that we can not get it straight?
We have pain´ted a picture, now we are drowning in the pain´t.
Let´s figure out what the f*ck it is about,
before the picture we pain´ted chews us up & spits us out.
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