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
  These steps keep on growing long
  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
  These craft only multiply
  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
  Tansoceanic 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
  These steps keep on growing long
  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