Idiot Box
Incubus
S.C.I.E.N.C.E. (1998)

You keep your riches and I'll sew my stiches, you can't make me think like you, mundane I've got a
message for all those who think that they can etch his words inside my brain T.V., what do I need? Tell me
who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy when a button does it all, who've seen the fuckin eye ache too
It's time to step away from cable train And when we finally see the subtle light, this quirk in evolution will
begin to let us live and recreate T.V., what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Lets do our mom a
favor and drop a new god off a wall Let me see past the fatuous knocks I've gotta rid myself of this idiot
box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box! From the depths
of the sea to the tops of the trees to the seat of a lazy boy... staring at a silver screen!!