Sublunar Despondency Lyrics

Standing and still faces Covered by dusty shrouds Condemned to spell the alphabet of disease For relics have slowly drowned in floods The only thing left is a pair of bone‐made silicas Designed to cripple the wanderers seven spears still pierce the holy flank of a divine carrion confined in mud shelters He will enter the joyful bliss With a crown of excrements And a scapular carved to dismiss… On this soil may you embroider your tears Ignore that in your barren bellies lies the absence of the drunken son Icon buried in the pomp of apostates …and in the vice of varicose veins The world’s embrace is like a belt lined with thirsty brambles… Sovereign of unquenched thorns! Matrix of pale dawns that every second suffocate in the shadow of births… Death has woven in the threads of nothingness her lace of skulls and lotuses Lying everywhere like a belly that unfolds and sets gibbets on fire Warping as an IUD that becomes a snake And threatens to pierce the pleura of the pleroma. Revere feet already eaten by worms With my mouth glued to her breast, which the augurs twist. With my left hand I sign my repentance With the right hand I stab the crucible…