Cthulhu 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 its depths one day And take us in its arms under the waves What are you gonna do to stop it? What are you gonna do before you die? 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