The Whip Hand

When you leave the lights on

contagions bind your doublespeak

Malice tends to choke my father's 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 I'm not getting any better

in this plot of dormant wakes

thorns decipher speak serrated

from the figure of an eight

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect

No turning back now

too many shovels past the rubicon

Must I desecrate it?

Why can't you tell me where you've gone?

Christened to die

paranoia has hoax and device

Just when I find out

Moira draws the moth to fire

When the moon has burned the spirits

across the stem of higher self

You will hardly ever hear it

because the moon will always fail

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect

I am a landmine, I am a landmine

so don't just step on me, so don't just step on me

Cause I'm a landmine, cause I'm a landmine

and I can blossom in the petals of an ECT

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect, disconnect from

That's when I disconnect from you

That's when I disconnect, disconnect from