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