Dead and Distant Clamors Lyrics

Who proclaims, who decides, who announces the end of the orations? Who programs, who encodes, who distribes, who shapes our wells beneath ? Who clashes with our rumps and curses our engeance every second? Here, a torpid tide where hide the raised temples… Here, each second is due to stab my penitent heart… Who proclaims, who decides, who announces the end of the orations? Who programs, who encodes, who distribes, who shapes our wells beneath ? For he presents to the windows of my silent cell his rebounded belly of delirious star, obese with black, invariable seeds He arrogates to himself the right to crown with thorns the descended Word, to give to an insane tribe the laws of scourge… Who has superimposed on the heavens the labyrinth of hearts, the discordant corypheus of molecules…and sorrow… Who holds us at the end of a leash of abstruse galaxies ? Of giggling worlds, of one‐eyed eternities that blink over our lives their impotence to continue? Who stretched the web where our stumps have been scratched Who hides in the flame and in heresy of the orbits? Captive of forms that vitrify again this side of reality Attached to evil as a molested child Condemned to repeat the unseemly comedy of fate being played out He proclaims, he decides, he announces the end of the orations !