If you go chasing white rabbits, you could fall down a rabbit hole,
And enter a world like none other and take a stroll.
Now you’re stuck in a Wonderland of malice,
A place where we are all Mad Hatters, and we just killed Alice.
So walk some more and go explore,
Soon you’ll find that the Queen is just a *****.
You can wish to get out of a land like this,
But it brings you a little bliss.
It seems like you’re getting a disturbing little smirk,
Because you realize you have this twisted kind of quirk.
Where the idea of pain,
Has become very plain,
So you decide to turn everything to ash,
Burn it all down before the high wears off and you crash.
Just then, you open your eyes, only to realize that mere minutes have passed,
And it was just your imagination that you harassed.
People start to notice that you’re truly insane,
A situation you can’t change, a situation you can’t explain.
They put you in a padded room to keep control,
But all they’ve done is dropped you down another distorted rabbit hole,
Will you be willing to take another stroll?