NCS

Red Scratches marks the years that have come to pass
In this tiny little waste of a place
It stinks of mold and liquid ass
Yes that's a real gas
Now the walls turn upside down and swirl around my head I'm turning insane
The NCS will not explain the shades of beings that surround me
Nautical themes with submarines and barrier reefs engulf me
I'm falling sinking suffocating bleeding out and generally dying
Bright flashes in the darkness of the night
But In the absence of light I can hide
I spend my days beneath the floor
Of this runned down liquor store
Walls turn upside down and swirl around my head I'm turning insane
The NCS will not explain the shades of beings that surround me
Nautical themes with submarines and barrier reefs engulf me
I'm falling sinking suffocating bleeding out and generally
Dying