Bewildered Songtext

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