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| Hawkwind Xenon Codex Heads Limits of the infinite Have Never been defined A spirit lies in atrophy In a state too late to unwind Trophies on the back shelves Procreating all our race Ideas of our fantasies On which all things are based Collecting every prospect Running through your tests With manikin expressions They end up like the rest In glass booths they're wired With needles in their flesh They're 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 (seven times) So place your trust in science For it has come so far Well, Necromancy lives forever Preserved within a jar (repeat six more times) |
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