When you leave the night on
|
contagion's my own 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
|
|
I'm not getting any better
|
in this plot of dormant waste
|
thorns decipher, teeth serrated
|
in the venom I awake
|
|
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 from you
|
|
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 lays hoax and device
|
just when I find out
|
boils only multiply
|
|
Where the moon has burned her spirits
|
in the stem of higher self
|
you will hardly ever hear it
|
cause you're never even there
|
|
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 from you
|
|
I am a landmine, I am a landmine
|
So don't just step on me, no don't just step on me
|
|
I am a landmine, a landmine
|
And I can blossom in the petals of an ECT
|
|
-----------------
|
The Whip Hand
|
Mars Volta |