Prometheus - Hawkwind

He is a vision of a telepathic martyr

Born of a comet from a crystal sun

Just an illusion of a dead star dying

He’s more than human, he’s a god machine

The sound and fury of a sonic solution

A panacea, he’s a master of time

Mandrake messiah on a gravity waveform

He’s an exotic, he’s an Anna machine

Prometheus rises in a rush of sound

The power of the ancient light he found

The secret of the stars etched in his face

Defies the laws of physics to continue the race

A product of collisions in a neutron star

An artificial product, born in a jar

Omnidetector, a neurotic revelator

He’s enigmatic, a stigmata of time