Deeds Of Flesh - Three Minute Crawlspace Lyrics
Trapped insideA dead nightmareBuried deepSuffocationFrantically, scratching for lightThe oxygen is getting thinJust a matter of timeBefore the air runs outYou're doomedTry to fight, it's what I likeSuffocationIt's what I likeBuried byA servant of the ancient oneSoil seeps through the cracksSplit kneecaps, nails bent backThey're brokenJust a matter of timeBefore the air runs outYou're doomedTry to fight, it's what I likeTrapped insideA dead nightmareBuried deepSuffocationFrantically, scratching for lightThe oxygen is getting thinThe air is getting, getting thinThree minute crawlspaceThe air is getting, getting thinThree minute crawlspace