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 

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 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