paroles de chanson He Is Here, He Is Not Afraid - La Dispute
We
move
by
instinct,
darling
Let
our
hands
be
hatchets,
let
us
Wander
blindly,
swinging
madly
In
a
forest
made
of
flesh.
We
move
by
instinct,
darling
Let
our
eyes
like
lepers
drive
The
doubters
from
our
homes
and
Into
the
bottom
of
the
sea.
And
we
move
by
instinct,
darling
Let
our
smoke
stitch
pictures,
let
us
Twist
in
patterns,
dull
the
horror
Of
a
city
still
on
fire.
For
We
are
like
medics
handling
Suicide
by
cyanide
with
bleeding
Fingers.
Let
us
suffer
Completely
inadequate.
And
we
move
like
lovers,
darling
Let
me
run
my
fingers
down
your
side
And
kiss
you
right
below
the
eye.
We
sleep
with
shadows
but
We
never
give
them
bread.
Oh,
horror,
dress
yourself
in
shame
Or
I
will
tear
a
hole
in
you,
you
harlot.
Burn
your
eyes,
I
will
hold
your
White-washed
bones
unto
the
sky
and
Scream
"Oh
god,
if
you
are
there
I
hold
this
body
to
your
judgment
-
Give
it
your
wrath
or
your
mercy.
Please
pick
wrath.
Please
pick
wrath.
Please
pick
wrath.
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