[Intro] If you knew Time as well as I do... You wouldn't talk about wasting it. But the rabbit is running And the clock is ticking And the seconds became thirds... And the minutes became minute... And the hours were not ours anymore! They were HIS! [Verse 1 - The White Rabbit] Rushing and running, the countdown is ticking Tomorrow keeps clicking its teeth Fading of dreams in the frantic adult Every second waisted is a heavy result Obsessive, compulsive, the worry is deep No time for joy and no time for sleep Somehow you strayed and lost your way And now there'll be no time to play No time for joy, No time for friends, Not even time To make amends! Anxiety breathes, the panic is real A cage made of hours that I'm learning to feel Rushing the future, forgetting the now I'm trapped in the gears but I don't know how! [Pre-Chorus] Tick... Don't blink. Clock... Don't think. Every answer comes too late— Time has locked another gate. [Chorus] Who's chasing who? The clock or me? Who's changing who? The world or me? They were HIS! The hours were HIS! The days were HIS! When did they stop Belonging to me? If I lose another day, Will I fade Or find my way? Run, Rabbit. Run. The finish line Keeps moving. [Verse 2 - The Cheshire Cat] 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the momeraths outgrabe. You may have noticed, I'm not all there myself A ghostly grin sitting on a dusty shelf Between reality and the mad Every joke conceals an answer unsaid A guide through the dark, or a predator smiling? A force of temptation while the rational sleep You call me strange... That's quite alright. Your map was never made for my sky.. Embrace imagination, let the ego dissolve Solving the riddles that adults can't solve The grin remains while the body fades out I am the wisdom and I am the doubt. [Pre-Chorus] Tick... Don't blink. Clock... Don't think. Every answer comes too late— Time has locked another gate. [Chorus] Who's chasing who? The clock or me? Who's changing who? The world or me? They were HIS! The hours were HIS! The days were HIS! When did they stop Belonging to me? If I lose another day, Will I fade Or find my way? Run, Rabbit. Run. The finish line Keeps moving. [Verse 3 - The Caterpillar] Who... are... you? The question hangs in the smoke of the room GRAVELY, stuck-up, talking down from the bloom An existential crisis in a single breath Grappling with identity, life, and death Cryptic inquiries from a detached mind The authentic self is hard to find A heavy haze Through adult days If you're gonna make it to the top Get a grip on this rock, and get a grip on yourself. But the rock is slipping And the self is changing And who I was this morning is not who I am now [Outro] Imagination is the only weapon In the war with reality. Not all wanderers are lost... But we are wandering. And we are lost. And we are lost. (tick... tock...)
