(Verse 1)
In the quiet eve of a forgotten past,
Stands alone beneath the dark cosmic vast.
Where the reaper's struggles lie still,
And hidden presence lurks with a Mad Hatter's will.

A dark knight cloaked in morbid fear,
Peers through nebulous tears, crystal-clear.
Oh, the great pumpkin raised on high,
Chants hypnotic spells under lunar sky.

(Chorus)
Whispers of plight weave a tangled thread,
In macabre realms where our souls are led,
Words forged as hues, conspiring sly,
In introspective prisons, yearnings die.

(Verse 2)
In midnight pools, dreams come alive,
From fractured canvas, emotions strive.
Flowers kiss the sunset's skies,
With raven-plumes, mysteries arise.

The painter's hand strokes, numb they fall,
Mockery dances, a whispered call.
Within balmy blooms, asylum he...