The Mars Volta - 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