run, run, run
run far away
for the battle is no longer play
the king lost his head
the jabberwocky dead
and the witch been slain
the truth is here
but it hurts our fear
our name will never wane
alone is too fragile
so minds not agile
it’s us or them we say
their hearts with no pulse
their lives that repulse
repeated so them we can flay
though many a doubt
bite through and throughout
weakness cries to remain
the king cried red
when he lost his head
but no wincing we could feign
the jabberwocky spawn
no longer wish for dawn
but we still let them go astray
the witch, she loved
but when push came to shove
we disposed of her anyway
so run, run, run
run far away
before the truth comes to say
there is no us
no them to slay
only violence possessed
to avoid dismay