Deep under the darkened cities
Beneath the overcrowded metropolis all over the living sphere
In labyrinths of olden tunnels carved by forgotten forces
A sneaky revolution has taken form
Insidious and unexpected
Plugged into their mechanized training sockets
The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

Architects of a unique and healthy Masterplan
To squash and seed once more
In league to restore a long lost balance
Blueprints are set for a new pulse
And Orange shall be the color of salvation

Heroic Icons of the vegetable supremacy
A mistreated garden, their ultimate purgatory

They will row
...row without arms but with fervor towards distant clouds of fire
Floating in steam powered boats made of stone, shells and ivy
Grimacing faces at the bow of the vagrant entities
Looming over saturated airwaves fields
to behold hordes of barbarians sinking in hourglasses of concrete
The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

An elitist carnage for the satisfaction of a renewed greenhouse
But only the heads shall burn!
Hands and legs shall be spared to dance madly afterwards
Freed from an unfair alliance by grinning ambassadors
Earth's own orange vigilantes
The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

When shall rise the Pumpkins and their organic cohorts
The reign of men as we know it will reach its conclusion
...and in a parody of ancient ways, halls of stained glass shall commemorate the past
A festival of altered realities and manipulated perceptions
Orchestrated by vain, secretive, faceless schemers
...and in a parody of ancient ways, halls of stained glass shall commemorate the past
History repeats itself as usual


Lyrics submitted by JohnTheRed

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