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 smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard
An antiquated home
A float 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
Transoceanic 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
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
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comLash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll.