Drunkship of Lanterns (Unfinished Original Recordings Of De-Loused In The Comatorium) The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Good at bloating time?
Is anybody there?
These steps keep on growing on
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await

[Chorus]
Oh, nobody will know
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard

[Verse 2]
An antiquated home
Afloat with engines on mute
Sui generis train spined around the yard
Is anybody there?
These craft only multiply
At the nape of ruins
Rust propellers await

[Chorus 2]
No, nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
(kcab nrut t'nod, kcab nrut t'nod, kcab nrut t'nod)
Nobody will know
Rowing sheep smile for thе dead
(kcab nrut t'nod, kcab nrut t'nod, kcab nrut t'nod)
Trans-oceanic depths in this еarth
In this cenotaph
(kcab nrut t'nod, kcab nrut t'nod, kcab nrut t'nod)