Альбом The Faint

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Eyeballs float in wet green grass
I got a chainsaw motor that's filled with rain
But when it sings like Bach eyes all bulging
When the pink sun drops the eyelids fold

While I'm in deep REM sleep or twilight zones
I take a freight elevator and press fast forward
I get to grind these teeth and peek through time
If I could bring things back, they'd feed back wild

When I saw the future, the geeks were right

Egghead boys with thin white legs
They got modified features and software brains
But that's what the girls like
The geeks were right

When I saw the future, the geeks were right

Predator skills, chemical wars, plastic islands at sea
Watch what the humans ruin with machines

Eyeballs float in wet green grass
I'm in a chainsaw choir in dreams that bend
To let me cut their time and stretch out Bach
I make the dry eyes roll and wet eyes cross

While I'm in deep REM sleep or twilight zones
I take the freight elevator and press fast forward
So I can grind these teeth and peek through time
If I could bring things back, they'd feed back wild

And when I saw the future, the geeks were right

There's no Ghost in this machine,
I make my own mistakes,
we seem like skeletons with bonehead police,
histories can crucify,
human supernaturalize,
we hope, we're not alone.

Exploded stars and space debris,
Taught itself to make some things,
???
What was there before the bang,
how did nothing come to end,
at once, let’s ask the atheists.

Let's ask the atheists, the astronauts,
the mystics of the amazon,
the priests, the cults, the withes, the pope,
the crystal ball, the fear of god,
the tarot cards, the dancing rug,
the enochians, alchemists, black magicians, physicists.
Say, no
Say, we don't know.

Ghosts arise from egos
Sick with poltergeists and demons.

Tune your DVD to snow
Watch the first thing ever known
It’s always on
But nothing’s over, what was there
How did nothing come to end, at once.

Let’s ask the atheists, let’s ask the astronauts
Let’s ask the priests, the cults, the witches, the pope
Dice, the monks, shaman, the nuns
Buddha, the holy ghost, the Satanists
The philosults, meditators, pyramids, mathematicians
As it ends, the enochians, alchemists, black magicians, physicists
Say, no.
Say, we don’t know.

Ghosts arise from egos
Sick with poltergeists and demons.

I heard a bone snap
When I was only 'bout 9
The laws of gravitation
Were in advance a while(??)
But not long before they taught me a lesson
In tough skin jeans like a Japanese Hessian

I was 70 pounds
Learning to fly
I knew I couldn't do if I didn't try

We called it 'the field'
Where we used to hang out
A field of alfalfa in the back of a house

With a slice of an old oak tree
And a 12 foot plank
Put the board on top
We got a flying machine!

Oh my god! We can teeter on this!
Or make a lever that can shoot me
Into orbit and space!
I've seen the circus
I know how they do it

With bent knees
You got to jump
Like you would from a trampoline

Strange Phenomenon
Strange Phenomenon

We got up a ladder
And the heaviest kid (5)
He would climb up top (4)
And count down like a (3)rocket ship
To (2) fly me up
He'd get to (1) T-minus zero
(0)Before he jumped

And I was shot high in a vertical catapult
Straight up and down
I remember the view
From over top of the house

Gravity seems weak
Until you look down

I got in position
I hadn't echoed the form (???)
If the judges were present
They'd be holding up score cards
Of 9's and 10's
I must've loosed a couple points
For the landing I did

I heard a loud snap
But it didn't hurt
I looked the neighborhood
It looked like earth
But everybody's acting weird
Are they on meds?
Eating peanut butter sandwich
In a hospital bed

I started noticing
Strange Phenomenon
(I started noticing)
Strange Phenomenon
Is this planet the same one that I've been on
Everybody's bizzare and irrational
Even nurses on the quiet(?) seem a bit off

Strange Phenomenon
Everybody's deranged and I wonder what
Happened the day that I fell from the sky
If nobody changed then it must've been mine

I can't listen while I'm breathing fire,
I don't think straight when I get pissed off,
It'd be easier to just to calm down,
cause I'm an asshole when I get called out.

Forget the words I said,
I was not myself,
I never really thought you were psycho,
I was just mad at being attacked,
I never really thought you were psycho.

There's talk, but then there's talk,
Where we get so convinced that the thoughts we've got,
Like lines, in black and white
The tail of the snake is in it's teeth tonight.

I thought for sure this time I was innocent,
and that the girl I loved had gone psycho,
I was just mad and feeling attacked,
I never really thought you were psycho.

I know I must have stressed you out,
I don't start fights, i make explosions,
it's be easier to just calm down,
But I'm an asshole when I get called out.

Forget the words I said,
I was not myself,
I never really thought you were psycho,
I was just mad at being attacked,
I never really thought you were psycho.

baby thinks he looks just like the face he makes in mirrors
only once or twice a month
does the mirror do him justice
every other time he looks a mess
he expects a lot from it
but then barely notices

baby knows we all create the world from in our skulls
everything you think of is just as real as you make it
now he only focuses on dreams
can you make a thing exist just by focusing on it?
yeah?

i been around a mirror enough to know it's hard to change
we're like magicians when we dream
but we wake up and nothing's different
cover up with jewelry or pierce all the parts you've got
if the packaging design can fix the contents

i might distort myself a bit
i doubt that i'm the only one
to hope their features smear
warp the face that's stuck to my skull
it's just a mask
peel the skin away and we'll trade
i'm not so attached to this face.

I don’t mean to sound like I wanna fight
But the arguments I cause
Make it sound like I might
I’ve gotta prove my point
I’ve gotta show ya how you’re wrong
Does the topic even matter?
Why’s my throat getting sore?

Tonight I’m gonna touch your hand
And take back every word I’ve said
But not just yet, my hand is steaming,
I’m busy making you believe me.

I know.
I treat you wrong.
You call me out.
I turn the argument around
I’m stompin on shells
Your splashing my face
Cause my toes are too pointed
To tiptoe on eggs.

I know I’m right and argue on
You get depressed and fall apart
I make my point
But you don’t get it
Your busy telling me forget it
I don’t mean to sound like I wanna fight
But if you’d see it my way
We could both see it…right.

Lemme say it one more time
You’ll agree with me this time
We could both understand
I’ll just say it once more
No, no, no, no, no, no

I treat you wrong.
You call me out
I turn the argument around
Blows up in my face
And time turns slow
I realize now
You deserve way more.

Everytime I move
I’m in another dimension
Every thing I do changes what I want
I see a choice I make
Explode in thousands of pieces
Everytime I choose
I become unsure

I can take up science
And study cells of the body
Learn to postpone death
Under the microscope
I made my own lab coat
Under the house in the forest
You and me eating mushrooms together
We’ll stretch out so long
And hope we don’t sever

Forever growing centipedes
Forever growing centipedes, you and I
Forever growing centipedes
Through time.

I could step outside
And walk in any direction
Everything I choose
Erases ghosts that aren’t natural
But it makes some new ghost
That I can feel
I can just choose one as far as I can tell
If I feel off course
I’ll learn to kick of the habit
If I spin off track, I know that I can change
We can both grow up, to be 150
But for now we have children together.

Everytime I move
I’m in another dimension
Every thing I do changes what I want
I see a choice I make
Explode in thousands of pieces
Everytime I choose
I become a choice

Forever growing centipedes
Forever growing centipedes, you and I
Forever growing centipedes
Forever growing centipedes

Let's build a buckminster dome on an island
We see ourselves in a timeless web
If every second we make new futures
We’ll see how long we can hide from
Forever growing centipedes

Forever growing centipedes
Forever growing centipedes, you and I
Forever growing centipedes

There’s a slice in my neck
It’s been there since before I was born
I was breathing like a fish in a womb
In a tank full of fluid

I did nine months
Til the doc, cut me loose
My mother was filled with popcorn
Soaked in strawberry hill pools

Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head
Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head

That slice in my neck
It’s oozing jelly clear as glass
Between my fingers and my thumb
It’ll stretch for inches between the bones

Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head
Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head

Teacher, bring me to heaven
Or leave me alone
Why make me work so hard when you know I work slow?
Don't make us watch you spray more powder on the walls.
Show us a laser, take us to space, or let us go.
We've got violent games on pause at home

You've seen this haste take shape
Don't hide those guilty eyes
You gave us guns for toys
We trained with crosshair scope
That in the name of peace we make war

Sergeant, I don't remember
How you said to kill with guilt
I'm haunted by families grieving
Even soldiers kids.
Is it God against God, and the pawns are people?
If they're both the same God, then the battle's over

Preacher, am I gonna make it?
Am I going up?
Am I forgiven for the humans I dropped?
It's not like a game once the guilt piles up
If I knew what I know now,
It's easy to say I wouldn't go
At violent games on pause at home

You know how hate takes shape
Don't hide those guilty eyes
You gave us guns for toys
Imposed beliefs, then pride

We were taught that God prefers the USA
Just like the billboard sign that says "God's Country"
If it's true that God roots for the USA,
Then every bomb we drop in God's name