When you leave the night 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
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
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 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 muzzle always fits
THAT'S WHEN I DISCONNECT FROM YOU
I'm a land mine, I'm a land mine
So don't you step on me, don't you step on me
Cuz I'm a land mine, I'm a land mine
And I can blossom in the pedals of an E.C.T. (Electroconvulsive Therapy)
THAT'S WHEN I DISCONNECT FROM YOU

The days are catching up to me
My unconscious fear unbound
Is it time to tailor fit the notion that come Sunday I'm in the ground?
The obelisk fumes have occupied...
Emphatically austere...
A smelter pile made by the debt collector
Where the children should be seen not heard
Even if there is no way back home
I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY
I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY
Can you hear him saber-rattling?
With bones I've left behind
Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants am I your son or just a clone
Dasehra you were sworn to be a window to my night
My subterfuge, just branches to the mandrake
Where the children should be seen not heard
Even if there is no way back home
I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY
I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY
UNDER THE AEGIS OF COGNITION
I AM DEAD, I WILL ESCAPE
ENGRAMMIC MARKS OF LIGATURE
I AM DEAD, I WILL ESCAPE
UNDER THE AEGIS OF COGNITION
I AM DEAD, I WILL ESCAPE
ENGRAMMIC MARKS OF LIGATURE
I AM DEAD, I WILL ESCAPE
I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY
I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY

Nature red in tooth and claw
I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The second that I fell in love with the handle of your revolver
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
I beg to you, a second chance with a dried white rose to Bethlehem
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary because that's my dyslexicon
When I collapse and bury all the things
Unconsciously I hear cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
A braided strand from childrens mane
Acquired with impunity
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The things you say to me are deaf in tongue
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary because that's my dyslexicon
You've never tasted heaven
Stood the mother filled with grief
In the wake of Monday mourning finds a culprit void of breath with guile
If fate is your endearment
Through pistil and through stem
In the wake of Monday mourning
And on the seventh day you will come to find that my prism is not color blind
In death's mosaic spirit
That's why I repent
That's why I go under
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary because that's my dyslexicon

If I trust in the wind
She will pave me a different road
I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else
I am pulled from the pages
Where the letters lack the pigment of trust
Must be on my way, I've gotta get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold
I've abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I deserve
You can do what you will with my body
But I won't ring the bell
I've omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat
Must be on my way. I've gotta get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold
Higher than mountains of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog
Of the flowers that grew from the cracks in the ground you paved
Didn't you think he would warn me through the thorns of my waking dreams
When the riddles connected the dots of this constellation
Must be on my way, I've gotta get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold
Higher than mountains of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog
I found a reason to leave you with this love
All I can do is forgive your broken heart
Trapped in this town made of amber for too long
All I can do is forgive your broken hearts
Higher than mountains of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog