| Song | Vitamin |
| Artist | Incubus |
| Album | S.C.I.E.N.C.E. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm born | |
| I'm alive | |
| I breathe | |
| In a moment or two I realize, | |
| That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
| Is asleep upon its feet | |
| Should I go back to sleep? | |
| I'm born | |
| I'm alive | |
| I breathe | |
| In a moment or two I realize, | |
| That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
| Is asleep upon its feet | |
| Should I go back to sleep? | |
| You stare at me like I’m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you need me | |
| I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily | |
| We orbit the sun | |
| I grow up | |
| My open eyes see..... | |
| A zombified, somnambulist society | |
| Leaving us as vitamins, | |
| For the hibernating human animal | |
| Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? | |
| You stare at me like I’m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you want me | |
| I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily | |
| And I wonder, will you digest me? | |
| Into the sleep machine I won't plug in, | |
| In fact I'd rather die before I will comply | |
| To you, my friend | |
| I write the reason I still live | |
| 'Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give | |
| Coming closer to another 2000 years | |
| You and I will pry | |
| The closed eye of the sleep machine | |
| You stare at me like I’m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you want me | |
| I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily |
| I' m born | |
| I' m alive | |
| I breathe | |
| In a moment or two I realize, | |
| That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
| Is asleep upon its feet | |
| Should I go back to sleep? | |
| I' m born | |
| I' m alive | |
| I breathe | |
| In a moment or two I realize, | |
| That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
| Is asleep upon its feet | |
| Should I go back to sleep? | |
| You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you need me | |
| I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily | |
| We orbit the sun | |
| I grow up | |
| My open eyes see..... | |
| A zombified, somnambulist society | |
| Leaving us as vitamins, | |
| For the hibernating human animal | |
| Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? | |
| You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you want me | |
| I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily | |
| And I wonder, will you digest me? | |
| Into the sleep machine I won' t plug in, | |
| In fact I' d rather die before I will comply | |
| To you, my friend | |
| I write the reason I still live | |
| ' Cause in my mind it' s set the vitamin is ripe to give | |
| Coming closer to another 2000 years | |
| You and I will pry | |
| The closed eye of the sleep machine | |
| You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you want me | |
| I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily |
| I' m born | |
| I' m alive | |
| I breathe | |
| In a moment or two I realize, | |
| That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
| Is asleep upon its feet | |
| Should I go back to sleep? | |
| I' m born | |
| I' m alive | |
| I breathe | |
| In a moment or two I realize, | |
| That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
| Is asleep upon its feet | |
| Should I go back to sleep? | |
| You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you need me | |
| I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily | |
| We orbit the sun | |
| I grow up | |
| My open eyes see..... | |
| A zombified, somnambulist society | |
| Leaving us as vitamins, | |
| For the hibernating human animal | |
| Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? | |
| You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you want me | |
| I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily | |
| And I wonder, will you digest me? | |
| Into the sleep machine I won' t plug in, | |
| In fact I' d rather die before I will comply | |
| To you, my friend | |
| I write the reason I still live | |
| ' Cause in my mind it' s set the vitamin is ripe to give | |
| Coming closer to another 2000 years | |
| You and I will pry | |
| The closed eye of the sleep machine | |
| You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
| On the surface you hate, | |
| But you know you want me | |
| I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
| Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
| All the more easily |