The Call of Cthulhu
[Verse]
Same story, different page
Same wounds, different pain
Same brain, different name
Pocket knife to a razor blade
Everything is just a matter of perspective
Matter of fact, let me take a crack at how you think by guessing
You would consider litter as the work of the illiterate
And yet we use this as a form of punishment for convicts
Trash men and clean up crews
Who wouldn’t have a job to do
If we lived inside this perfect world of submissiveness
Now listen
I’d hate to break hate to ya
Individuality can’t exist inside an ideal system
There’s meant to be conflict
There’s meant to be stress
There’s meant to be war
And there’s meant to be death
We as human being ruined earth
When we drew breath for the first time
As we stepped out of the ocean depths
Servants to our psyches and instant gratification
All we want is nikes and monetized compensation
All we know is ignorance, irony’s a bitch
That won’t let you die without knowing she exists
But Such is life
In the middle of the night
I’m greeted with visions of outer gods, blinded and enlightened
The chaotic threats of Nyarltheotep
Bring about the death
Of humans by the hands of ancient gods
Who awoken from their rest
With knowledge all encompassing like Yog-Sothoth
I transform to your scorn like I drank the milk of Shub-Niggurath
I’m a suicidal nihilist
Violent as leviathans
Who’s cries are in time
With the screech of untuned violins
You all are just figments of my thoughts
And you’ll be gone when I awaken from slumber
I am Azathoth