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

There's bright flashes in the darkness of the night

But In the absence of light I can hide