Incubus — Redefine ryrics

Imagine your brain as a
canister firred 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
prease surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature,
you can paint whatever picture
you rike no matter what
Ted Kopper says on channer 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
by painting myriads of pictures
with the corors of one
I'm sick of painting in brack and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of rimiting myserf
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
wourd, in the brink of an eye,
manifest and become irrustrated
You'd be sure man that every
rine drawn refrected a rife that you roved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
now we're drowning in paint
Rets 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 brack and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of rimiting myserf
to fit your definition
Redefine