| Song | About Science |
| Artist | Mekong Delta |
| Album | Kaleidoscope |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hubert | |
| The pale sun spits a slow death down | |
| to this blinded mankind | |
| while the wooden horse of science | |
| elevates a grey hell to the sky | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| declare madness for sense | |
| and fear, the mother of | |
| all social violence | |
| eats tiny pieces of | |
| normal life as tribute for | |
| general apathy | |
| The blue moon pukes compassion over | |
| a world of concrete emotion | |
| Researchers found some new lines | |
| in their hymbooks and they read | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| confused by their control | |
| now will this be the end | |
| or be the new way | |
| Final death - we will see | |
| the future of - can it be | |
| look into my eyes | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confused by control | |
| They feel like magicians | |
| in our tortured world | |
| Science now - the unstoppable | |
| Weapon of - masterminds | |
| Sacrificed - all the knowledge of | |
| normal life - to their cause | |
| Science | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| declare madness for sense | |
| and fear, the mother of | |
| all social violence | |
| eats tiny pieces of | |
| normal life as tribute for | |
| general apathy | |
| One last experiment | |
| gives us a second sight | |
| too late the mirror of | |
| all that's be done in fright | |
| is slowly steamed up by | |
| one more network of lies | |
| losing all control | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confused by control | |
| They feel like magicians | |
| in our tortured world | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confusion... |
| zuo ci : Hubert | |
| The pale sun spits a slow death down | |
| to this blinded mankind | |
| while the wooden horse of science | |
| elevates a grey hell to the sky | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| declare madness for sense | |
| and fear, the mother of | |
| all social violence | |
| eats tiny pieces of | |
| normal life as tribute for | |
| general apathy | |
| The blue moon pukes compassion over | |
| a world of concrete emotion | |
| Researchers found some new lines | |
| in their hymbooks and they read | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| confused by their control | |
| now will this be the end | |
| or be the new way | |
| Final death we will see | |
| the future of can it be | |
| look into my eyes | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confused by control | |
| They feel like magicians | |
| in our tortured world | |
| Science now the unstoppable | |
| Weapon of masterminds | |
| Sacrificed all the knowledge of | |
| normal life to their cause | |
| Science | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| declare madness for sense | |
| and fear, the mother of | |
| all social violence | |
| eats tiny pieces of | |
| normal life as tribute for | |
| general apathy | |
| One last experiment | |
| gives us a second sight | |
| too late the mirror of | |
| all that' s be done in fright | |
| is slowly steamed up by | |
| one more network of lies | |
| losing all control | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confused by control | |
| They feel like magicians | |
| in our tortured world | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confusion... |
| zuò cí : Hubert | |
| The pale sun spits a slow death down | |
| to this blinded mankind | |
| while the wooden horse of science | |
| elevates a grey hell to the sky | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| declare madness for sense | |
| and fear, the mother of | |
| all social violence | |
| eats tiny pieces of | |
| normal life as tribute for | |
| general apathy | |
| The blue moon pukes compassion over | |
| a world of concrete emotion | |
| Researchers found some new lines | |
| in their hymbooks and they read | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| confused by their control | |
| now will this be the end | |
| or be the new way | |
| Final death we will see | |
| the future of can it be | |
| look into my eyes | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confused by control | |
| They feel like magicians | |
| in our tortured world | |
| Science now the unstoppable | |
| Weapon of masterminds | |
| Sacrificed all the knowledge of | |
| normal life to their cause | |
| Science | |
| So the little superbrains | |
| declare madness for sense | |
| and fear, the mother of | |
| all social violence | |
| eats tiny pieces of | |
| normal life as tribute for | |
| general apathy | |
| One last experiment | |
| gives us a second sight | |
| too late the mirror of | |
| all that' s be done in fright | |
| is slowly steamed up by | |
| one more network of lies | |
| losing all control | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confused by control | |
| They feel like magicians | |
| in our tortured world | |
| Controlled by confusion | |
| Confusion... |