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 master plan 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
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 master plan 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
