Deeds Of Flesh
Deeds Of Flesh - Three Minute Crawlspace lyrics
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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
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