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