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*Alice*
Posted on October 26, 2007 - 5:28 PM
Alice
Thunder breaks the fall of a crying girl
Chasing after rabbits in broken corridors
Smoke the catepillar's resting pipe
Don't worry, you'll wake up sometime
Always watching the tea party at a distance
Too afraid to join in the dementia
"You're safe here," they call to her
But she's been hurt too many times before
He stands in a corner, waiting
She's locked in the throne room
Only mirrors to reflect the fear inside her
She sees a stranger looking back
"Come here, little girl," he hails
She smiles nervously, backing away
"Oh, don't be afraid; I won't hurt you,"
The fangs drip crimson tears
He extends his hand to her
She hears the birds yelling vicious names
Grasping death, his hand is blazing hot
"Anticipation calls, my dear," he snorts
The pretty flowers laugh maliciously
The dormouse sleeps still; yet, she weeps alone
Her blue dress falls to the vacant floor
Blonde hair screams for release
"This won't hurt a bit," he smiles
But all she sees are painted roses
She thinks, "What am I doing here?"
She only hears the selfish queens bickering back
When will the White King wake?
"I don't belong here," is her useless plea
He grins sardonically and plunges into ivory
The key to the garden falls from the glass table
Mock turtles can't save her now
The walrus only licks his lips
The intimate line has been crossed
He stole her precious faith
The man has no face
Only eyes as cold as chains
He wraps her in his cloak of sin
She whimpers for her little Kitty
What is left when all is gone?
The Cheshire cat is grinning
She still cries; he still moves within
The mirrors are caving in
While the caucus race runs ragged
Blood drips from her chapped lips
Chastity falls from her smooth neck
He wipes his brow in exhaustion
"I'd never figure you for a quaker."
She stares blankly on as he buttons up his pants
Chanting, "It's only a nightmare. . ."
He grabs her once more for a final black kiss
"I'll call you," and he is gone
Nothing but mirrors and the past
To comfort a broken girl
Two humdrum boys pick her up
The blonde child screams in devoid protest
They dress her in spoiled Prussian
Her dress, now a jabberwocky's toy
She breaks free of the panic
And smashes the reflecting walls
Crashing down in a symphony
The cards in suit come tumbling down
Run from hatred, brace yourself for anger
Hundred miles to the kingdom
Listen to the conch along the way
We're not far from nowhere
Enter a new dream world
The chess board is far and wide
Grab the top hat and float away
Let the ground go to hell
She's just a little girl; a child
But she's falling fast
Fly away; catch the wings of a dodo
But she's afraid of the dark
A wonderland, they call it
With its fantasies, games and spoiled tricks
She waits for the phone to ring
Little does she know, Wonderland has no phone
She doesn't know it's not a dream
Glass flies by the haunted girl
No white rabbit to lead the way
The gloves are long gone by now
Wake from reality, split in two
Dive into your pool of tears
Wash away his loathsome leftovers
Let it go, live the dream
Stop this now, learn your lesson
French books glide by in sync
Wave to your studious sister
She's leaving you too
She knows it's a long fall
Kiss the tea party good-bye
Eat the cakes; drink the elixir
You're not going home.
Thunder breaks the fall of a crying girl
Chasing after rabbits in broken corridors
Smoke the catepillar's resting pipe
Don't worry, you'll wake up sometime
Always watching the tea party at a distance
Too afraid to join in the dementia
"You're safe here," they call to her
But she's been hurt too many times before
He stands in a corner, waiting
She's locked in the throne room
Only mirrors to reflect the fear inside her
She sees a stranger looking back
"Come here, little girl," he hails
She smiles nervously, backing away
"Oh, don't be afraid; I won't hurt you,"
The fangs drip crimson tears
He extends his hand to her
She hears the birds yelling vicious names
Grasping death, his hand is blazing hot
"Anticipation calls, my dear," he snorts
The pretty flowers laugh maliciously
The dormouse sleeps still; yet, she weeps alone
Her blue dress falls to the vacant floor
Blonde hair screams for release
"This won't hurt a bit," he smiles
But all she sees are painted roses
She thinks, "What am I doing here?"
She only hears the selfish queens bickering back
When will the White King wake?
"I don't belong here," is her useless plea
He grins sardonically and plunges into ivory
The key to the garden falls from the glass table
Mock turtles can't save her now
The walrus only licks his lips
The intimate line has been crossed
He stole her precious faith
The man has no face
Only eyes as cold as chains
He wraps her in his cloak of sin
She whimpers for her little Kitty
What is left when all is gone?
The Cheshire cat is grinning
She still cries; he still moves within
The mirrors are caving in
While the caucus race runs ragged
Blood drips from her chapped lips
Chastity falls from her smooth neck
He wipes his brow in exhaustion
"I'd never figure you for a quaker."
She stares blankly on as he buttons up his pants
Chanting, "It's only a nightmare. . ."
He grabs her once more for a final black kiss
"I'll call you," and he is gone
Nothing but mirrors and the past
To comfort a broken girl
Two humdrum boys pick her up
The blonde child screams in devoid protest
They dress her in spoiled Prussian
Her dress, now a jabberwocky's toy
She breaks free of the panic
And smashes the reflecting walls
Crashing down in a symphony
The cards in suit come tumbling down
Run from hatred, brace yourself for anger
Hundred miles to the kingdom
Listen to the conch along the way
We're not far from nowhere
Enter a new dream world
The chess board is far and wide
Grab the top hat and float away
Let the ground go to hell
She's just a little girl; a child
But she's falling fast
Fly away; catch the wings of a dodo
But she's afraid of the dark
A wonderland, they call it
With its fantasies, games and spoiled tricks
She waits for the phone to ring
Little does she know, Wonderland has no phone
She doesn't know it's not a dream
Glass flies by the haunted girl
No white rabbit to lead the way
The gloves are long gone by now
Wake from reality, split in two
Dive into your pool of tears
Wash away his loathsome leftovers
Let it go, live the dream
Stop this now, learn your lesson
French books glide by in sync
Wave to your studious sister
She's leaving you too
She knows it's a long fall
Kiss the tea party good-bye
Eat the cakes; drink the elixir
You're not going home.
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