We move by instinct, darling
Let our hands be hatchets, let us
Wander blindly
Swinging madly
In a forest made of flesh
And 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
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'll hold your white-washed bones unto the sky
And scream "Oh god, if you are there
I hold this body to your judgment
And give it your wrath or your mercy
But please pick wrath
Please pick wrath
Please pick"