Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Murderers you’re murderers
But we are not the same as you
Genie let out of the bottle
Funny how when the walls bend
With your breathing
They will suck you down
To the otherside
They will suck you down
To the otherside
To the shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells
Should be ringing
This is the gloaming
