(Four, three, two, fuck you!)
Well 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 wave 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 damned hole

Well 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 thought you saw
Just shadows looking for a home

The door into your heart is locked
Its [gun] is buried in your mind
Too 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

(I'm gonna fight Andrew Hussie)