Orange Twiztid

[Verse 1: Madrox]
Random images of carved pumpkins pixelate to nothing
Like thought bubbles that pop into thin air during discussions
Seasons coming, leaves rustle beneath the bustle of on-goers
That don't even notice that summer's over and fall has come to its feet
With a celebration of dead folks and humans in costumes and bags of trick or treats
Dark nights and full moons to light the pathway
And horrific stories to keep children afraid of Samhein
Ghostly goblins and phantoms and apparitions
Want to give the living what they been wanting and missing
Like an answer is there life after this here physical chapter
Or when you're dead, create a harvest your soul and it doesn't matter
Carve a confused face in a jack-o'-lantern
Then angry one sharp teeth and repeat till there's a pattern
Gather it all together and go in the graves and scatter
And place the pumpkins on the graves and wait until they chatter

[Hook: Madrox]
I got the jack-o'-lantern pumpkin in the graveyard tonight
Dead on the night, dead come and talk to me
Anybody home? Who's listening to this?
Help me, I'm down in here and I can't see shit
A whole spirit tried to come through a pumpkin
It was a whole Halloween, it tried to come through a pumpkin
It was a hallow eve