Jan nine
In future time
The day science clipped its wings
Nobody flew
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
Jan nine
In future time
The day science clipped its
The day science clipped its
Nobody flew-w-w-w
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
We could only see the soles of their feet
We thought there were angels up ahead
We could only see the soles of their feet
We thought there were angels up ahead
We could only see the soles of their feet
We thought there were angels up ahead
We decided that science
Which restricts information to the powers-that-be
Is a bad science
We decided no more
To be utilized
As "the objective voice"
We decided no more
To blind the people
That we knew more things
About that which was
Invisible than they
We decided no more
To be brought on
As the voice of the truth
We decided that
That which does not advance us
Is directly aligned to
That which destroys
We decided that the resources
Are after all
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite

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Writer(s): Andrew Moor