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




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