Down and down a trip through a head
is where we'll find the girl with dread
Changed is the place she had known
and here now is a land not of its own
The asylum is her place of dwell
yet she also lives in a place that might as well be hell
Wonderland now is a twisted nightmare
only the bravest of the brave might fare there
"Im late, im late" a strange voice says
these words now will float through the head
The roses have been painted white
so who will now make them right?
Dusk to dusk and ashes to ashes
a simple bat of non existent eloquent lashes
A maniatic cackle and the air goes cold
Alice lost her mind and the story is told.
Alice these days seems highly disturbed
no longer a well mannered young girl
She uses a butcher knife that fits her hand just right
this thought alone can give anyone a fright
Looking through the looking glass
is not a simple or easy task
Many obstacles may block her path
and Alice now will show the demented creatures her wrath.
A cat looks almost grim
yet, move closer and there is the moonlike grin
The Queen of Hearts controls it all
many await for her downfall
Everyday hope nears
may we please go see the vale of tears?
"We're all mad here" is the theme of the land
madness and evil go hand in hand.
Here is a tick, and there is a tock
a pocket watch sounds as if were a small clock
Counting off days and nights
where once again, everything will be almost all right
For Wonderland has never been quite normal
but this hatred for all is causing some turmoil
Many creatures are loyal to the Red Queen
I suddenly wish I were out of this dream.
Look in the glass and down a tunnel you shall go
only Alice can unravel Wonderland's woe.