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the english league - weird science lyrics

[intro]
she’s alive, she’s alive!

[verse 1]
elastic tubes and rubber blends
petri dishes and metal from my hand expand
weird science
things i’ve never seen before
behind opened doors, explore imagination
weird science
what my desire drove me to, making dreams come true
living tissue, warm flesh
weird science

[verse 2]
plastic tubes and rubber blends
pots and pans, hеr emotions ran on 256k of ram
dangerous doctors with perfеct plans
estrogen weighed by the gram
teenage fans on action cam
and metal from my hand expand
weird science

[chorus]
(it’s my creation) is it real?
i do not know how i feel
(it’s my creation) is it real?
i can’t control the way i feel
[verse 3]
she sat up on the table and i knew it was time (time)
lookin’ at the walls [?]
i mean the walls of the room, i mean the walls of my mind
’cause i’ve been sittin’ in the laboratory thinking of her (her)
feelin’ she was [?] tryna make sure
and now she’s born up in the laboratory lookin’ at me (me)
[?]
[?]
with my pencil in the mortuary sketchin’ a form (form)
i’m lying on my stomach reaching under my bed
for a magazine like dramamine to calm this [?]
[?] girls in my head

[verse 4]
doctor lud is in the operating room
interbreaking code and coming to you soon
in a state of this fixation
imitating, animating
in a state of this fixation
innovating, generating

[verse 5]
everytime i look at you, you don’t even have a clue
adjusting a curve of her thighs
and the color of her eyes
hair type, skintone, height and weight
tinkering meticulous to shift and shape
[verse 6]
sonically subliminal, miserable miracle
fingering her physical, imagery is visceral
energy essential, steady with the stencil
sculpting s+x and all [?] will be controlled
you can’t stop it, people call it
weird science

[instrumental break]

[verse 7]
we advance technology
meeting peak biology
and in our pharmacy, you’ll see
weird science
fantasy [?] recharging chicks with microchips
ludachris, matre tattooed on her hips
different chemical, mastering the mix
pictures from a magazine
numbers on a neon screen
[?] and we got our dream
diagram, diaphragm, audible machine
hear her scream (ooh)

[bridge]
something like a recipe
breaking hearts like pottery
poetry lobotomy, heading for catastrophe
i will not be lenient, she will be obedient
gave her all the love tonight
that’s the key ingredient
my creation (she’s alive)
my creation (she’ll survive)
(it’s my creation) a living show
is it real? i do not know
no hesitation or heart of gold
just flesh and blood and a soul that grows

[chorus]
(it’s my creation) is it real?
i do not know how i feel
(it’s my creation) is it real?
i can’t control the way i feel

[outro]
from my heart and from my hand
why don’t people understand my intentions?

- the english league lyrics

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