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You've got the lot to burn
A shelf of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there (standing around)
These steps keep on growing long (straight 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 (standing around)
These craft only multiply (straight 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 the cenotaph
Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
You've got the lot to burn
A shelf of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spitsupon the exit of signs
Is anybody there (standing around)
These steps keep on growing long (straight 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
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Carpal jets
Hit the ground
Carpal 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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