Deeds Of Flesh Three Minute Crawlspace
Trapped inside
A dead nightmare
Buried deep
Suffocation
Frantically, scratching for light
The oxygen is getting thin
Just a matter of time
Before the air runs out
You're doomed
Try to fight, it's what I like
Suffocation
It's what I like
Buried by
A servant of the ancient one
Soil seeps through the cracks
Split kneecaps, nails bent back
They're broken
Just a matter of time
Before the air runs out
You're doomed
Try to fight, it's what I like
Trapped inside
A dead nightmare
Buried deep
Suffocation
Frantically, scratching for light
The oxygen is getting thin
The air is getting, getting thin
Three minute crawlspace
The air is getting, getting thin
Three minute crawlspace
