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? (Spined in a row) These steps keep on growing long (Spined as an arrow) Bayonet trials Rust propellers await
Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard
A shelve of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs?
Is anybody there? (Spined in a row)
These steps keep on growing long (Spined as an arrow)
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard