THE MARS VOLTA LYRICS

"The Whip Hand"

When you leave the night on
Contagions bind your doublespeak

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

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 landmine, I am a landmine
So don't ya step on me, so don't ya step on me

'Cause I'm a landmine, 'cause I'm a landmine
And I can blossom in the pedals of an E.C.T. [Electroconvulsive Therapy]

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...

Thanks to The-Degausser for correcting these lyrics

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