October is here

All I want is to just stroll around
Making no sound
Life would be better underground

It's impossible to escape your own head
But problems won't solve by just staying in bed
It bothers me how I now and then feel very dead

(My desire for sweet lovin' is sated by Michael Myers
There's no sight more seductive than pure evil stabbing people with pliers)

I don't wanna cross the line, or waste my time
Bothering after something I cannot gain
All I want is to wake up to the golden sunshine
And have something sweet and precious to call mine