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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,
By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one.
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 defintion.
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 lite that you loved
Not an existence that you hated.
So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straigt?
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.
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 defintion.
Redefine.
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