I wake up in a haze. The blood is rushing from my head...
I look around me, shattered rock. I'm pretty sure I should be dead.
I don't question, only accept. At least I try my best.
I see the bodies of the broken, seems I did better then the rest.

I march on into this land, purple skies and orange grass.
The water's blue just like our own, but releases deadly gas.
I start to remember how I got here, the trip was very long.
I remember that old rabbit hole, and as I fell I sang this song...

"Save me, save me. Levitate me. Don't let me hit the solid ground.
For all I know I could be long gone, my body hits but not a sound."

It was a song taught by my mother, thought it's very ill in taste.
I sang it for it brought thoughts of her. Yet still I feel life was a waste.
I remember all the good times and remember all the bad.
But this place makes me feel that bad times are all I ever had.

I can still keep my head clear of the evil thoughts and sounds.
Finally, my visions clear, I've come upon a castle ground.
But as I write this in my cell, I don't think it was a good thing.
That this whole time I've tried my best, but I still want to sing.

I sang so loud it woke the guards, and they cuffed me right on site.
Roughed me up a bit too much, and threw me down with all their might.
I'm in a land called "Run-A-Way". I knew it would be bad.
With purple skies and orange clouds, and water leaking gas....