Talk With the Djinn

I’ve got one more hiding spot
I’ve got one more place to hide
You won’t need me anymore
Anymore than you ever did
Crawl into my thinking tube
Cryostatic thinking room
This is where my last thought lies
Rotting in my sulking eyes

No one can figure out your motives when you don’t have anything to say
No one can figure out what you’re thinking when you haven’t thought in weeks

Epinephrine fails to ooze
As my fingers full from the pull
Talk with the Djinn, inking it out
All of my vessels fleeing in rout
Pull it, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull the triggеr
Pull it, pull the trigger

Hiding spot
Hiding spot
Hiding spot
Hiding spot

I forgot what it feels like to rot insidе a tomb
I forgot what it feels like to feel like there’s no room

Epinephrine fails to ooze
As my fingers full from the pull
Talk with the Djinn, inking it out
All of my vessels fleeing in rout
Pull it, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull the trigger