The Rats In The Walls
The Old Ones
The rats in the walls, between the spaces Forever calling out, from nameless faces Calling on us, to look down deep within For only we are creators, and barers of sin The dark primal needs, we all have inside Rats scratching our walls, that place they hide CTHULHU awaites, with a de-evolved maddness Or is it only, unwanted truths sadness Is NYARLHOTEP the collector of souls Or just another rat, scratching at our holes