The Whip Hand
When you leave the night on
Contagions bind your doublespeak
Malice tends to choke my fathers grip
But his hands are always clean
Walk towards the light
Convalesce your fetish in me
You make me older
Swatting flies in the vaseline
And Im not getting any better
In this plot of dormant wakes
The thorns decipher, speak serrated
From the figure of an eight
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect
No turning back now
Too many shovels past the rubicon
Must I desecrate it?
Why cant you tell me where youve gone?
Christened to die
Paranoia as hoaxing device
Just when I find out
Moira draws the moth to fire
Where the bluest burn of spirits
Draws the stem of hyacinth
You will hardly ever hear it
Because the muzzle always fits
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect
I am a landmine, I am a landmine
So dont just step on me, so dont just step on me
Cause Im a landmine, cause Im a landmine
And I can blossom in the pedals of an ECT
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect, disconnect from
Thats when I disconnect from you
Thats when I disconnect, disconnect from