You've got the lot to burn

A shelve of pig smotherd 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

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

(spine 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 eye brows 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

(spine 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

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