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*science minded, I'm innovated by nature
but if I slip into a rant your gonna a translator
with the rambling monologues
I try to compile my thoughts
but this scattered brain is sure to frame
the flaws of my creator
I've got tools now, with which i can rebuild me,
***tho no science comes with a guarantee
* I remolded my brain like floam
and I replaced my heart with a metronome
I've got a lab under my parents house like Dexter
where I hydrogen-bond to my beats like an ester.
I'm up late nights in rooms, full with GNDN tubes
and I'm programing robots to solve rubix cubes
***thats not true,
*hey, I don't expect you to buy this
but what I do have is for real is Mad Science!
(***some jerk, *fanatical)
(ghostbusters sample)
(chorus)
MAD SCIENCE
but my tool is a mic,
and I engineer songs, I don't know if I'll like
MAD SCIENCE
cuz I've got a laboratory
where I use technology in attempt to tell a story
MAD SCIENCE
I can mix up a potion
to get your head shaking in perpetual motion
IT'S MAD SCIENCE
cuz I know the cliche
and I'll blow up the scene with my Tesla Ray
eureka .... I just solved a verse
but I don't know if I programed it well enough to work
my isolation can produce lyrics completely out of touch
with the world I wanna hold in my musical clutch.
euphony, it doesn't have to be,
the same played out story framed by conformity
it's either sex, drugs, or rock
love, cash or glocks
like do you think I care who's girlfriend you fucked?
thats not new, but now I know how a dead horse might sound
that infection has spread to the underground
call me crazy, but I want some weird science
*Jaylyn acts stupid.
(young frankenstein sample)
CHORUS
now I'm fearless, cuz I've embraced my own insanity
lost marbles are just a common symptom of humanity
before I came to terms, I gave the finger to Freud
and turned my back to the future like Christopher Lloyd
no method, I was just a ghost in a shell
death pored from blue wrists as my heart-rate fell
but when i woke up in hell it was the same as before
used my blood soaked arms to pull my corps off the floor.
neither dead or alive I zombie walk to the car
driving reckless like bruce wayne, I've got 5 stars.
it seems to me, that each time i re-spawn!
just a little bitty bit of my sanity's gone.
regardless my hold on life doesn't slip
which only weakens the hand of my reality grip
so add 1 part genius
to social defiance
mix with alienation,
and you've got MAD SCIENCE
CHORUS
*Jaylyn rants about death rays and Nikola Tesla (who was kinda sexy)