Heads Lyrics - Xenon Codex - Hawkwind

Our limits of the infinite have never been defined 

Spirit lies in atrophy in a state too late to unwind 

Trophies on the back shelf procreating all our race 

Ideals of our fantasies on which all things are based 

Collecting every prospect, run them through your texts 

With Mallachian expressions they end up like the rest 

In glass booths they're wired with needles in their flesh 

Pickled for posterity and eternally refreshed 

So link yourself to others, talk yourself to sleep 

It's all so superficial, no use for you to weep 

No use for you to weep, no use for you to weep 

No use for you to weep, no use for you to weep 

No use for you to weep, no use for you to weep 

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So place your trust in science for it has come so far 

Where necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

Where necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar 

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