Orange - Twiztid

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

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

I remember it well, since then a living hell

Murder right infront of my eyes, I shouldn’t dwell

Surprised I could even tell when it was a simple smell

That could bring me to my knees

I can’t believe that she’s deceased

Somebody’s gotta help me, help me please

I just wanna ask her a couple of, a couple of things

Was it painful when you passed out?

Did you get you look at the shooter even though he had a mask on?

It happened in a flash, gone

Like cigarette ash is in the bad stone

Go on to the camp for no way to prepare for

Did not say a prayer but it was answered right there lord

I was told that I could talk to the dead

Through placing jack-o'-lanterns on the tombstone there

So I ran a greater pumpkin and did just what it said

And sure as shit, it started talking, now I’m talking to the dead

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

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

It was a hallow eve