inside the haunted house we hear the rumble the rattle and we feel the house start to shake again and the give and take from the sound of the ghost chains through the haunted house from the give and the take underneath the stars tonight
truth is the antidote for injustice and inequality the beacon and the magic elixir when truth reigns but rest upon the shoulders of Atlas when i call out her name
lines and wrinkles lean and long mark their territory between the blue and gold what separate the young from and the old lines and wrinkles lean and long
once upon a ghostly Halloween night i witnessed the candlelight sky with some awful fright while the pumpkin orange moon touched the broomstick night glaring With its scarecrow eyes