Mannequin

They'd call it a wasteland

Aulander plates

You know it's armour was human

Drove stakes into the main camps

Eye sockets sank into

The back of it's head again

This frequency was jet lagged

Yes the wrinkles mate

Was the owner's manual

Frequent flyers in denial

And all the while

Emergency is evident

Revenants were the statues

Radar learning of huddles masses

Sutured all the patience

Of this nursing home

Emitted from the pages

Of this burial ground

Labour concentrated

In this sheepless chapel

They call it a wasteland