Destroy your desk, it's useless now Build yourself a fort to hide Close your eyes and crawl inside You're sailing on the pumpkin tide
The ship you're on is yours alone The wind will push your sweet, sweet ride But this foreign whale just appearified You're sailing on the pumpkin tide
Focus on the sound of my voice You are under my control Obey my will, or I'll bury you alive And it's you who'll dig your own damn hole
Forget your friends, what good are they? Suckers filled with words that chide Heads green with envy, but orange with pride Screaming at that pumpkin tide
Listen to their whispering voice The current where the pumpkins roam You never saw a thing, never saw the thing you think you saw Just shadows looking for a home
The door into your heart is locked Its gun is buried in your mind To heavy to carry, but too huge to leave behind Without it, you will surely die But even that's just another lie Sailing on the pumpkin tide