You've got the lot to burn

A shelve of pic 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 (spiders and arrows)
Bayonet trials rust propellers await


No


Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile 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 (spiders and arrows)
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 pic 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 (spiders and arrows)

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