A lost Alice
In a diagonal Wonderland.
This is me.
That eternal maze of a dream
With drunken mad hatters
Who will vaporize and **** out life
Like a slithering chimera,
And I'll be like that poor white rabbit...
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm dead
For that queen will
Chop me into soup,..
Her cannibalistic tastes
Will watch with drooling joy
And my severed head will roll
Down to the queen's feet...
Let's play croquet
With the silly girl's ****** head
Ha! She laughs with delight
And rolls the head to and fro
In a beautiful lush garden
Cut out the heart! the queen demands
For the crowned woman is worse than
Vladimir the Impaler
And adding a warm heart to the vault
She will have her name strike
fear and lust into men's hearts...
Until they become a vaulted collection...
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm late
I don't exist
My watch has broken
My ticking heart is no more
And my grinning head stares at the queen's feet...
Wake me up! I scream, I beg
Save me from...
Save me from myself...