They press the needles to her skin
She squirms in pain as her blood mixes with Carroll’s ink
They watch with Cheshire grins
As the deadly cocktail opens doors behind doors
A never ending stream in a never ending hall way
With a never ending scream as her mind begins to break
Pretty pictures are painted within the brain
Like sipping tea leaves in ecstasy
Mad as a hatter
She follows the white rabbit
Through bleeding heart halls
Off with her head
She’s better off dead
Poor Alice
It’s just a dream
Or a nightmare it seems
More needles to the skin
More Cheshire grins
Her innocence is taken
Her childhood broken
It’s a never ending wonderland