Verse 1 (Parts 1-2) Part 1 is an amendment to the existence of self The former being redundant to the accrual of wealth We were all grown in vats to conditions of stealth Every person’s been vaccinated on the basis of health Were cynical but sensitive if you know what I mean As 2 meld to one we’re a contemporary screen theme The pollution of the body is the evolution I'm seeing Part 1 is a modification to the substance of being Part 2 describes the resurrection of time And how the organising principal is to lie, fight and undermine Where humanity folds our strength is in our countersign The reward is a batch of over amplified encounter lines The sign code of disaster that can’t get any nearer Is a mathematical song that can’t be any clearer Our invasion approach is one half of in the mirror Part 2 illustrates the resurgence of an era Verse 2 (Parts 3-4) Part 3 defines the role of the wicked and the vile And how both seem relevant to what seems to be the in-style The progressive psyche of energy is too juvenile We need the 20th dimension just to walk in single file We peek through the keyhole of an expired sub-humanoid With flagrant discount for the fearless bio-dominoid Our place remains to kill the dreams made of celluloid Part 3 is the function of the dreadful and the paranoid Part 4 is a thesis to the thought of a wise man What’s past is prologue is the section of our master plan We’re all high tech savages concealed in a frying pan It’s out of the fire; sonic energy is a cerebral scan The modern impurity is 2 heads are better than one This is a manifesto of the new pollutant over-run The opposites are to stop here before they’ve begun Part 4 is a theory to the reflection of one

Verse 1 To be a new pollutant you don’t need to be special There’s no secret handshake and no stupid arm wrestle There are no secret tests and no secret signs There’s no second best and there’s no stupid rhymes To be a new pollutant you don’t need to have to fight You don’t need to eat biscuits and stay up all night You won’t need a haircut you won’t need a certain look You don’t need any money or to read a certain book To be a new pollutant you don’t need to remain nameless You could be a no one or you could even be famous You could be an actor, you could be an engineer You could live like a hermit or be focussed on career To be a new pollutant you don’t need to stand from the crowd You could be very quiet or even talk out aloud You could be a Rhodes scholar or even make no sense You could be highly opinionated or just sit on the fence Chorus New Pollutant’s all around us – you can see it everyday Choking down what daddy fed – in each and everyway I'm a New Pollutant – He’s a New Pollutant We’re the New Pollutants and we’re coming on strong Verse 2 The first new pollutant’s name is DJ Tr!p He’s got a limp on his right leg and a piercing in his lip He’s got tailor-made shoes and the 8-bit blues He’s got a penchant for gaming whether you win or lose The first new pollutant studies the art of old He’s got a room full of consoles and a hard drive full of gold He’s got fisherman’s pants and a b-boy stance He’s got the kind of power that will put you in a trance The first new pollutant responds mainly to touch But when he’s on stage he stresses way too much Don’t prod him or poke him It only shortens his wick Eat chocolate and chewing gum and get a little sick The first new pollutant’s got a weird way to scratch With hands going everywhere it’s a technical mismatch Frequency butterflies caught in CB He’s got a portable Amiga and a pocket TV Chorus New Pollutant’s all around us – you can see it everyday Choking down what daddy fed – in each and everyway I'm a New Pollutant – He’s a New Pollutant We’re the New Pollutants and we’re coming on strong Verse 3 The second new pollutant’s name is mister speed He thinks he’s superhuman but he’s a veritable halfbreed He thinks out aloud when his outlook seems to worsen He thinks 3’s a crowd but talks in the 3rd person The second new pollutant studies movies and sound He’s got fur on his face and not the other way around He’s got a bicycle cuffs and a blind man’s bluffs He’s got things in his hair to show he’s not tough enough The second new pollutant wears a hygiene mask He’s got fruit on the brain and water in his hip flask He’s all over the place with the expressions on his face He’s got a room full of posters and a moving picture database The second new pollutant computes 1.2 He’s got a vampire cape in a darkened hue With his Kaoss Pad he hasn’t seen the sun in a while He’s got flailing arm movements and a weird robot style Chorus New Pollutant’s all around us – you can see it everyday Choking down what daddy fed – in each and everyway I'm a New Pollutant – He’s a New Pollutant We’re the New Pollutants and we’re coming on strong

Verse 1 To drain the mindstate of its undead co-op Is to feed an electronic to the very last drop It’s inside out and the other way around I'm more of a crippled and live life while homebound It’s not called hiphop its two kinds of persistence I'm way above your league cause my league is non-existence A distance beyond what is immeasurable light I'm a little bit of black and a little bit of white It’s my own voice inside my head every week I’ll crush you like a twig you little bedroom geek I'm last week’s news and tomorrow’s trash I’m these day’s woes yesterdays rash New type of world but one that’s not so manageable Inflict the kind of cuts that aren’t so bandageable How do you feel when you hear a new pollution? Here are 2 prototypes of human evolution Verse 2 While I'm amused at this analogue recession I'm in the middle of a digital depression My dreams are like movies, but of the worst kind imaginable Looking for the product while I’m looking for the intangible It’s never up the front cause its part of the tricks The eyes are the spanner so come get the fix The outro as an intro expiration is what I've been through I've got grey areas cause that’s what I'm into It’s a higher percentage of your protein needs I'm a the kind of data that breaks when it bleeds A kind of faith in chaos Microphonia’s over It’s the 1’s and 0’s of her life that drove her Reverse psychological its best for me It’s the Digital media that’s my heresy 12-point platter I'm unbound and steadfast A promising future or living in the past Verse 3 I prefer being unknown with my foot on the ground The age of endarkenment ruined by sound Too far to one side to be the bottom or the top Its no use starting when you cant seem to stop I'm a kind of disease would I offer you an antidote Call me a virus when you listen to this anti note No ps2 I'm down with NES And if you don’t compute don’t get any stress The other half of syntax difficult to interlace This ain’t musical instruments digital interface Motherboards and motherships program to colonise Updated self-sealing automatic systemise Best beats come when you feeling at your worse Cause I'm not so good at this verse chorus verse 44-kilohertz the beat’s 8 bit I'm too damn cold for that warm analogue shit

Chorus It is by will alone I set my mind in motion It is by the juice of saphoo that thoughts acquire speed The lips acquire stains the stains become a warning It is by will alone I set my mind in motion Verse 1 This is a long introduction to a very short song But I woke up today with my clothes all-wrong It was the succession of a day that followed night I can see the game but I can’t seem to fight Because last night I dreamt that dream again The one about my enemy and the first-rate friend*** It’s not so abstract, which is how they are mainly Maybe its dynamic and it’s me acting strangely I was looking for a person who wasn’t really there And wherever I went I seemed to be worse for wear*** The suburban drifter said I was stung by cupid To be old and wise I’d need to be young and stupid After pondering the advice of those other bands I looked to my right and saw blood in my hands I ran to the country to find the powers that be But all I found was that the drifter was me Like pin-point worker bees with false anaesthesia I didn’t want to speak – saying nothing was easier My dream was talking what it said came true It’s designer discontent manufactured just for you Its days like these where I seem far away Its kind of ironic - I sing the same song everyday 1 type of reason is embedded in the plans Of finding out how far my dream world spans Chorus It is by will alone I set my mind in motion It is by the juice of saphoo that thoughts acquire speed The lips acquire stains the stains become a warning It is by will alone I set my mind in motion Verse 2 I wouldn’t describe sleep as the cousin of death, It’s the brother of invention and the keeper of breath In need of direction where too many is too few I pay mind to my dreams because they tell me what to do As the inner people left and the outer ran its course I felt a strange twinge it was the keeper of the source As pupil met pupil upheaval took place The look of perplexity was painted onto every face Whatever developed was time-lapse photography A study in point that aided anthropology Both people grew to their prospective forms Seas were composed they prevented the storms I've tried walking on water and I’ve nearly drowned I’ll cut off my arm to state something profound But I'm a method agent - 7.1 It’s the future of the unnamed, which is never outdone But I realise now its holding onto a myth In a minor fall there’s no major lift I rather playback to realtime it’s all I need The terabytes of figures are the sower of seed Delusional status seems more than fiction At the side of my cradle is my dreamer’s diction To let go of the thoughts my sub-consciousness makes Is the day I wake up and my dream world breaks

Verse 1 Part 5 delves into the deception of the soul With all the steps involved to make this game of rock and roll The producer of the 12 chairs is the half of a whole We build up our 4 walls to keep biological control The reason for being is the reason being for more The reason why were so low is to keep our ears to the floor The bodies are bruised and the minds are sore Part 5 investigates the corruption of the core Part 6 binds music to the computer within Why should we flail about on this corporation spin? The energy that holds is blanketed through thick and thin A new bank of language is too complex to be genuine Swapping tenses we are involved in the subdivide Our thought is a consignment of beeswax and chlorinide Our childhood dreams make our only mothers run and hide Part 6 fastens sound to the mainframe of the inside Verse 2 Part 7 is the numerical benefit of our frequency 44 times the circumference of our mentality This is the do it yourself 46 approach to reality The music is made is by a medium that is unknown to me Coming through your headphones 20-80 style on a tape Are the men with the long socks and black vampyre capes We drain digital blood it’s our time and it’s our fate Part 7 is the statistics of our refresh rate Part 8 tells us to live life as though we were young It’s those evil old people that are never having any fun We are always outnumbered and always outgunned Because were afraid of the light and hurt by the sun Don’t be afraid of grief and sadness they can be fruitful It’s overzealous contentment revealed as untruthful This is the manifesto of a contemporary pollutal Part 8 is a doctrine for the preservation of the youthful

Verse 1 (Parts 1-2) Part 1 is an amendment to the existence of self The former being redundant to the accrual of wealth We were all grown in vats to conditions of stealth Every person’s been vaccinated on the basis of health Were cynical but sensitive if you know what I mean As 2 meld to one we’re a contemporary screen theme The pollution of the body is the evolution I'm seeing Part 1 is a modification to the substance of being Part 2 describes the resurrection of time And how the organising principal is to lie, fight and undermine Where humanity folds our strength is in our countersign The reward is a batch of over amplified encounter lines The sign code of disaster that can’t get any nearer Is a mathematical song that can’t be any clearer Our invasion approach is one half of in the mirror Part 2 illustrates the resurgence of an era Verse 2 (Parts 3-4) Part 3 defines the role of the wicked and the vile And how both seem relevant to what seems to be the in-style The progressive psyche of energy is too juvenile We need the 20th dimension just to walk in single file We peek through the keyhole of an expired sub-humanoid With flagrant discount for the fearless bio-dominoid Our place remains to kill the dreams made of celluloid Part 3 is the function of the dreadful and the paranoid Part 4 is a thesis to the thought of a wise man What’s past is prologue is the section of our master plan We’re all high tech savages concealed in a frying pan It’s out of the fire; sonic energy is a cerebral scan The modern impurity is 2 heads are better than one This is a manifesto of the new pollutant over-run The opposites are to stop here before they’ve begun Part 4 is a theory to the reflection of one