one lonely success

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