Bringing the dead to life
The colors are blowing through the house you work at
Trading it all for time
The living are eating cakes and sipping drinks with it
Remember to light the light
The monster eats orphans: His mouth is open wide
Open wide
Under my bed
This must be the season
For fudging lines
And dodging mines above the ground
Pick the lock of reason
To steal the hours
The monster’s mouth is open