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