Cthulu is sleeping and he's dreaming of revenge
and when he wakes up our world will end
and a new one, a darker one will begin
the sky is crying, it's raining blood
and the rivers will rise, the rivers will flood
and everything we love will be washed away
the mountains of trash they're piling up
they're growing higher towards the sun
when they reach it they'll catch fire and we will burn
the ocean is filled with terrible things
and a monster will rise from it's depths one day
and take us in it's arms under the waves
Dm, C, A
are you hoping for a hero, are you wishing for some luck
is your head down in the sand too afraid to bring it up?
or are you just throwing logs onto the fire?
are you gouging out your eyes so you can't see?
are you locked inside your room always staring at a screen?
are you telling yourself it can't be as bad as it seems?
no it's not, it's so much worse
and the only question is: what's gonna get us first?
you can hope and you can pray that these things all go away
but they will catch up with us one day
yes they will catch up with us one day