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? (Spines in a row)
These steps keep on growing long (Spite 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 ships spined around the yard
Is anybody there? (Spines in a row)
These craft only multiply (Spite as an arrow)
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
A shelve of pig-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 (Spite 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 ships spined around the yard
Is anybody there? (Spines in a row)
These craft only multiply (Spite as an arrow)
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
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