"The Whip Hand" lyrics

When you leave the nights on
Contagions bind your double speak
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
The 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 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

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 land mine, I am a land mine
So don't you step on me, so don't you step on me
'Cause I'm a land mine, 'cause I'm a land mine
And I can blossom in the petals of an E.C.T

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