What is it that you are hunting for? Could it be that it was you all along? Those monstrosities were all a creation of your distorted mind Perversions of your own frail sanity and grime Look down to your hands Those spills are a tell-tale sign In your mind the vile nausea Gallops to overrun your dawn Cthulhu, what have you done to me? I did not ask for any of this Cthulhu, what have you done to me? I did not ask for any of this For this state there is only one known cure And with fear and stutter you step to the edge What was it that you were hunting for? Could it be that it was you all along? Those monstrosities were all a creation of your distorted mind Perversions of your own frail sanity and grime It is time for you to think it through Never questioned any of it that you all but knew Yourself it was that oh so devoutly heeded his call Now at the time of revelation you lunge deep beneath