He Is Here, He Is Not Afraid Lyrics

	作曲 : Dreyer
	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 bleeding
	Fingers. let us suffer
	Completely inadequate.
	And we move like lovers, lover
	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.
	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. But please pick wrath.")

	zuo qu : Dreyer
	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 bleeding
	Fingers. let us suffer
	Completely inadequate.
	And we move like lovers, lover
	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.
	Horror, dress yourself in shame
	Or I will tear a hole in you, you harlot.
	Burn your eyes, I will hold your Whitewashed 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."

	zuò qǔ : Dreyer
	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 bleeding
	Fingers. let us suffer
	Completely inadequate.
	And we move like lovers, lover
	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.
	Horror, dress yourself in shame
	Or I will tear a hole in you, you harlot.
	Burn your eyes, I will hold your Whitewashed 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."

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