You've got the lot to burn
A shelf of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs?
Is anybody there? (Spines in a row)
These steps keep on growing long (spined as an arrow)
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard
An antiquated home
Afloat with engines on mute
Sui generis ship spined around the yard
Is anybody there? (Spines in a row)
These craft only multiply (spined as an arrow)
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
You've got the lot to burn
A shelf of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs?
Is anybody there (spines in a row)
These steps keep on growing long (spined as an arrow)
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
