《Heads》歌词

[00:00:24] Our limits of the infinite have never been defined

[00:00:32] Spirit lies in atrophy in a state too late to unwind

[00:00:39] Trophies on the back shelf procreating all our race

[00:00:48] Ideals of our fantasies on which all things are based

[00:00:55] Collecting every prospect run them through your texts

[00:01:02] With Mallachian expressions they end up like the rest

[00:01:11] In glass booths they're wired with needles in their flesh

[00:01:18] Pickled for posterity and eternally refreshed

[00:01:25] So link yourself to others talk yourself to sleep

[00:01:33] It's all so superficial no use for you to weep

[00:01:41] No use for you to weep no use for you to weep

[00:01:49] No use for you to weep no use for you to weep

[00:01:56] No use for you to weep no use for you to weep

[00:02:35] So place your trust in science for it has come so far

[00:02:42] Where necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar

[00:02:51] Where necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar

[00:02:59] Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar

[00:03:06] Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar

[00:03:13] Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar

[00:03:21] Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar

[00:03:29] Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar