Intro // slow violin, breathy whispers //++heartbeat ++echo] Queen (whispers): Shh… It’s me, love. Alice. I came back for you. [Soft gasps under strings] Did you miss the chase? The way you twitched under moonlight? Still… so soft. Still mine. [Music curls into dissonant synth // faint moans folded into the beat] [March Hare – trembling, desperate, barely a whisper] [Hare // shuddering, voice:] No… No… it’s not… Alice? Is that you? (Voice shakes, searching) I thought I saw you, But your dress… It’s wrong… (Pauses, horror creeping in) No, this isn't you. It can't be. (Tears, barely holding it together) You didn’t come for me, did you, Alice? Just… her. [slow and sickly sweet] Queen: I kissed your knee— Felt the tremble in your thigh. A shame… You never learned when to run or when to lie. I don’t need your heart, Or the sparkle in your stare. I just need a piece… To prove I was there. (Blade hum starts—surgical, rhythmic) [Chorus – whispered over slicing FX and broken rhythm drop] Queen (whispers): This is the parting of your legs— Not for love, but to forget. (Alice didn’t come…) So I took what I could get. One cut for the silence, Two for the screams, And a third— For the echo of all our lost dreams. (sickly chuckle, trailing off into a groan) [March Hare – voice trembling, panic rising] [Hare (shaking, gasping):] Alice… Where are you? Why aren’t you stopping her? This can’t be real… [Voice breaking, pleading] I thought you’d save me… Please, don’t leave me like this… [Weeping softly] I trusted you... Alice, where are you? [Queen // almost tender] Queen (softly): I warned you, sweet. Stay calm… Or you’ll run out of time To stop the bleeding. [Verse 2 – distorted and jagged, glitchy beat] Queen: She watched me do it— Didn’t flinch, didn’t cry. Just let me part you Like a lie wrapped in thighs. Hatter’s blind, Too drunk to feel. But I’m sober, darling, And I came here to steal. Your balance. Your grace. Your run from the pain. (But now you’ll dance with just one leg in the rain.) [Breakdown // reversed vocal loop “Alice, help me…”] [Sound of the blade hitting bone—muffled, wet crunch] [March Hare – weakly, still in shock] [Hare (in pain, confused):] Alice… help me… I… can’t feel… I... I trusted you... Alice, why...? [Gasping, broken] I thought you’d save me. Why am I still here…? [Queen // growled, over rising static] Queen: She loved you once. I loved her more. So now you limp— And you crawl the floor. [Outro – slowed music box version of “Twinkle Twinkle” layered with teacup shatters and slow violin bleed] Queen (spoken, cold): When they find you, Tell them she chose not to stop me. Tell them Alice let your story end right there on the garden stones. And if you twitch… Smile. You’re still beautiful when you bleed.
