Lyrics

[Verse]
Pumpkin man stroll, wearing orange decay,
Leaves crunch underfoot, marching autumn's ballet.
Talk sharp, tongue like a blade fillet,
Punchlines land harder than a bad replay.

[Chorus]
March to the chaos, fists in orbit,
Four charges riding shotgun, court's worth it.
Crusty lemonade, life's sweet, but twisted,
Sour thoughts brew, I’m too airlifted.

[Verse 2]
Mental aid checks, I’m searching barricades,
Mind feels a riot, blockades and parades.
Pumpkin man wiggle, his shadow invades,
Corner of my psyche, it sharpens the spades.

[Bridge]
Orange grin eerie, carved wicked malarkey,
Moonlights over ruins, the avenue’s barky.
Silent screams under lamplight's sparky,
Self-reflect in the bottle, my reflection chary.

[Verse 3]
Hands swing first, prelude to my rage,
Life wrote my script, misread the page.
Piecing crimes, memories fogged and aged,
Chaos conductor, entrancing the stage.

[Outro]
Pumpkin man’s march, autumn’s masquerade,
I linger behind, always in the fade.
Crusty lemonade tilts reality’s blade,
Season’s end lingers, heavy-footed parade.