[La Dispute- He Is Here And He Is Not Afraid.
i've had this song on repeat for days]

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,
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.