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