[Intro | chopped music box | distant organ | ticking clock] The trial begins! The court is seated! The cards are ready! The verdict is written! But who is on trial? Who holds the pen? Who decides Where the story ends? [Verse 1 — Red Queen | commanding regal female vocal | rigid rhythm] Paint the roses, mark the cards Know your place and know the guards Small is small and tall is tall Question nothing, that's the law Off with her head for asking why Off with her head for looking twice Off with her head for standing still Off with her head because I will [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | call-and-response] [RED QUEEN] Who decides? [ALICE] You say you do. [RED QUEEN] Who defines? [ALICE] The rules define you. [RED QUEEN] Who are you? [ALICE] You asked me that before. [RED QUEEN] Then answer! [ALICE] I don't know anymore. [Chorus | full drop | layered female vocals] WHO DECIDES? WHO DECIDES? Who is mad and who is wise? WHO DECIDES? WHO DECIDES? Who gets crowned and who survives? You can paint the roses red, You can fill the court with lies, But a crown does not make truth And a verdict does not make right. [Verse 2 — Alice | clear determined female vocal | distorted cello ostinato] I followed every crooked sign And borrowed clocks that weren't mine I drank the bottle, ate the cake And changed myself for every shape I listened when the Rabbit cried I watched the flowers choose a side I heard the Caterpillar ask And wore the Hatter's broken mask But every door I tried to fit Was built to make me smaller in it [Pre-Chorus | beat fragmentation | Alice lead] Who am I? The question stays. Who decides? Not all the same. If every rule can change its face Then maybe I can choose my place. [Chorus | bigger drums | stacked harmonies] WHO DECIDES? WHO DECIDES? Who is mad and who is wise? WHO DECIDES? WHO DECIDES? Who gets crowned and who survives? You can paint the roses red, You can fill the court with lies, But a crown does not make truth And a verdict does not make right. [Verse 3 — Red Queen | harsher vocal | gothic organ | industrial pulses] You think imagination makes you free? Then imagination answers to me! I built the court, I wrote the game I gave the cards their little names Every road returns to my throne Every question has one answer alone You call it madness, I call it control A proper little world with a proper little role [Bridge | half-time breakdown | Alice and Red Queen alternating] [RED QUEEN] Off with her head! [ALICE] Which head? [RED QUEEN] The one that asks! [ALICE] The one that thinks? [RED QUEEN] The one that doubts! [ALICE] The one that dreams? [RED QUEEN] The one that disobeys! [ALICE] Then keep it. [power-off drop | silence: 2s] [ALICE] I think I'll keep them all. [Instrumental Break | fragmented organ | lute stabs | music box motif] [Final Chorus | climax | duet | layered backing vocals] WHO DECIDES? WHO DECIDES? Not the crown and not the cards. WHO DECIDES? WHO DECIDES? Not the clock and not the guards. Logic has its place to stand, Imagination has its wings, I don't have to choose just one To understand what either brings. [Final Verse — Alice | emotional but controlled | cello and music box] Step through the looking glass, the reflection is clear Waking from the dream, letting go of the fear Although disappointed that the world wasn't real I carry all the lessons and the things that I feel Imagination and creativity help me grow I'm not in such a hurry for the things I don't know When the day becomes the night and the sky becomes a sea When the clock strikes heavy and there's no time for tea In our darkest hour, before my final rhyme The door will open back to Wonderland in time But time is a gift, not a thief in the night A lesson to learn, not a reason for fright Logic and imagination learning to coexist Navigating every turn, accepting what exists [Outro | solo female vocal | music box | ticking clock] Begin at the beginning And go on till you come to the end Then stop. We have come to the end. And the clock is still ticking. But it's not a threat anymore. It's just time. And time is a gift. [Intro | chopped music box | distant organ | ticking clock] The
