| | S.C.I.E.N.C.E. | | | |  | 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
| |  | |  | | | | 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.
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?
What are you waiting for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?
| | | | | | | | | SPAWN 3: THE ALBUM | | | | | Crowded Elevator | | | |
Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go.
A pursuing suite of strangers makes the crowded elevator slow.
Yet I've got a million words and phrases on the tip of my tongue.
For the only non-stranger next to me soon she'll know.
Know, know. So let them stare.
If I cry think of what you'll be and let you will how I feel me to steal.
Let all of it out right there and spill the beans infront of them.
And twelve more floors your eyes and mine are all I need to complete.
Or should I wait for the lobby, spare the line?
So some 26 nervous eyes could meet and argue by the little red numbers passing by.
If I wait one minute longer, I think I will die.
Die, die. So let them stare.
If I cry think of what you'll be and let you will how I feel me to steal.
Let all of it out right there and spill the beans infront of them.
You help me to feel safe and know.
All the while I've been so inquisitive.
I can't go back cuz now I know how it feels to open up and breathe.
I can't go back cuz now I...
I can't go back cuz now I...
I can't go back cuz now I...
I can't go back cuz now I know.
If I cry think of what you'll be and let you will how I feel me to steal.
Let all of it out right there and spill the beans infront of them.
Infront of them.
Infront of them.
Infront of them.
| | | | | | | | | MAKE YOURSELF | | | | | Pardon Me | | | |
Pardon me while I burst
Pardon me while I burst
A decade ago, I never thought I would be.
A twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me
But I guess that it comes with the territory.
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear. I need you to see.
That I have had all I can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Not, two days ago I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said I can relate
Cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from.
The burdens of the planet earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Never be the same...yeah.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Pardon me, never be the same. Yeah
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