Orange Vigilantes

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