(Intro) (Sound of dry leaves crunching and a cold wind blowing) Yeah... Check the calendar. The air's gettin' thin. Let the night begin. (Verse 1) Sun dips low, paints the sky in shades of rust The jack-o'-lanterns on the porch are watchin' with no trust Got a crooked smile carved in, the candle's burnin' bright A beacon for the things that only crawl around at night That autumn wind is whisperin' a forgotten lullaby Through the skeletons and cobwebs, normal rules don't apply The veil between the worlds is gettin' weaker by the hour You can feel it in your bones, that strange and wicked power. (Chorus) On the thirty-first of October, yeah, the world ain't what it seems The ghosts are in the alleys and the monsters in your dreams From the graveyard to the suburbs, hear the symphony of screams Tonight the freaks inherit the earth, we're livin' out the themes It's the night of make-believe, where everything is real So watch who's underneath that mask, the truth they might reveal. (Verse 2) Little goblins on the sidewalk, their plastic bags are full A sugar rush is comin', breakin' every single rule But in the space between the streetlights, something ancient's takin' root It's watchin' from the shadows in a torn and tattered suit Is that a costume or a creature with a hunger in its eyes? Is that a party down the block or just a chorus of goodbyes? Every doorbell chime's a gamble, every shadow tells you lies The sweetest-lookin' treat might be your ultimate demise. (Chorus) On the thirty-first of October, yeah, the world ain't what it seems The ghosts are in the alleys and the monsters in your dreams From the graveyard to the suburbs, hear the symphony of screams Tonight the freaks inherit the earth, we're livin' out the themes It's the night of make-believe, where everything is real So watch who's underneath that mask, the truth they might reveal. (Bridge) So lock your doors up tightly, check the windows, check the floor Was that the wind that made the floorboards creak, or someone wanting more? This ain't just for the candy, it's a ritual, precise Where for a single, fleeting evening, bein' scared is worth the price From the witches to the werewolves, yeah, the whole damn crew is out This is our night to celebrate, there isn't any doubt. (Outro) The clock is tickin' closer now... to the witching hour's chime. (Whispers) Trick or treat... Yeah... 'til next time. (The main synth melody plays one more time and then fades out, leaving only the sound of a single, distant laugh that echoes and disappears.)
