genie let out of the bottle
it is now the witching hour
genie let out of the bottle
it is now the witching hour
murderers, you’re murderers
we are not the same as you
genie let out of the bottle
funny how, funny how
when the walls bend, with your breathing
what is he doin‘? what is he doin‘?
this is the gloaming
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