The Whip Hand

When you leave the nights on
contagions bind your doublespeakMalice tends to choke my father's grip
but his hands are always cleanWalk towards the light
karmaless, your fetish in meYou make me older
swatting flies in the vaselineAnd I'm not getting any better
in this plot of dormant wakesthorns decipher speak serrated
from the figure of an eightThat's when I disconnect from you
That's when I disconnect from youThat's when I disconnect from you
That's when I disconnectNo turning back now
too many shovels past the rubiconMust I desecrate it?
Why can't you tell me where you've gone?Christened to die
paranoia has hoax and deviceJust when I find out
Moira draws the moth to fireWhen the moon has burned the spirits
across the stem of higher selfYou will hardly ever hear it
because the moon will always failThat's when I disconnect from you
That's when I disconnect from youThat's when I disconnect from you
That's when I disconnectI am a landmine, I am a landmine
so don't just step on me, so don't just step on meCause I'm a landmine, cause I'm a landmine
and I can blossom in the petals of an ECTThat's when I disconnect from you
That's when I disconnect, disconnect fromThat's when I disconnect from you
That's when I disconnect, disconnect from