La Dispute - He Is Here, He Is Not Afraid [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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 speak in signals, 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 our 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
The horror, dress yourself in shame
Or I will tear a hole in you, you harlot
Burn your eyes, (I'll 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
But please pick wrath.")