The Whip Hand

When you leave the nights on
contagions bind your doublespeak
Malice tends to choke my father’s grip
but his hands are always clean
Walk towards the light
karmaless, 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