You've got the lot to burn
A shelve 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 (Spite as an arrow)
Bayonet trials rust, propellers await
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard
An antiquated home
Afloat with engines on mute
Sui generis ships spined around the yard
Is anybody there? (Spines in a row)
These craft only multiply (Spite as an arrow)
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
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 shelve 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 (Spite as an arrow)
Bayonet trials rust, propellers await
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
Carpel jets
Hit the ground
Carpel jets
Hit the ground
Carpel jets
Hit the ground
Carpel 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

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