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Heads Lyrics
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
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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