Is this real life?
Or is it just another dream
This one is different
This one is powerful
As breathtaking as a miracle
Like a lake
Calm and serene
Is this really what it seems?
Life is confusing
Producing
Curiosity
Reciprocity
Important and given
That smile melting away the madness
Wondrous and willful
Whimsically wearing down my walls
Driving me wild
With it's mild
Wickedness
But I digress
Not sure what this means
Still seems like a dream
But I realize
This is reality
And I'm pretty stoked...

Wicked is your tongue

Saying forgive me

And I am sorry

Love is poisonous

From your mouth

I feel tainted and alone

Each touch that grazes my skin

I wonder if I could just leave

With you hand lingering in the air

Tangled in my shadow

Would you keep drowning

In your insincerity

Or would you finally realize

You will never have me

Feeling numb to what's coming
A fading reality, a coming duality
Society just victims
Of a corrupted system
I want to help them
Though I'm wicked
And most certainly not welcomed
I must do something, anything
Against those puppet masters
Who control the system

Perhaps I'll start my own secret society
A flip of the pyramid
A rebellion from within
Ah, I don't know
Just thinking.

The life that was once was has faded
Now the life before us is twisted
Nothing can stop it
Not those good-hearted
Nor to those who are soundly minded
It's set in stone
No thanks to those
Who are truly wicked.

An evil mother, with grey hair
Flaunts her red gown
Desiring, her selfish,
wild daughters
to get royally crowned

After a painful death
Her real hidden face
Once cunningly cloaked
Is finally invoked!
She was a sugar coated pill!

Soon the dishes and the laundry
The sweeping of floors
Are forever those
stepdaughter's daily chores

The clever lady, never gaiety
gets the royal call
She plans devilish things
Locking Cindrella down
Wildly tearing and ruining
Her charming ball gown

In the end, she's left cursing
the perfectly fitting shoe
She deserved that
Old cruel shrew!

But why is it always
The step ones forever cruel?
Why O why? Is such a mother shown?
What would a child feel
Who has a mother, step
Even, if she isn't mean or vain
The child will think, she's Lady Tremaine!

Feeling light as a feather
When I'm going higher
It's a neverending sensation
Like no other

There are others out there like me who made it
We are few and this place is a shitshow
Its a mess
a total zoo
My heart is beating
and bleeding
and I don't know what to do

I've danced around the wolves for far too long
Now I'm in this place with a bunch of empty faces
I thought I made it
thought that was it
Now I feel like a fool
They justed wanted my soul

They will never have it *******
I'm not that desperate
Not that twisted
but for that kind of success
and that kind of money
I'll let you corrupt me
I'll let you break my spirit
Anything for a little profit
Who knew following the bunny
would make me a little wicked.