Drunkship Of Lanterns

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