Rules Of The Game

(intro) She wakes up scrolling kingdoms in her hand, Glass screens glow like promises made of sand. Everybody shouting what she should become, Filters on the truth, but the silence hums. Clock keeps ticking, rabbit’s late again, Bills on the table, pills for the pain. They say “pick a side, pick a lane, behave,” But the map keeps shifting every step she takes. (Pre-Chorus) They sell her dreams in monthly plans, Tell her freedom comes with terms and bans. Smile for the mirror, bleed off-screen, Welcome to the game between what’s sold and seen. (Chorus) Down the rabbit hole of modern days, Where the rules are loud but they never explain. Queens still scream, “Off with your head,” If you don’t play nice, don’t fit their thread. Alice stands tall, says “I’ll choose my name,” I won’t lose myself to the rules of the game. (Verse 2) Tea party politics, talk in code, Everyone’s woke but asleep to the load. Mad opinions dressed as facts, Truth bends easy when the likes attack. She trades her time for a digital crown, Builds her worth by numbers going up or down. Cheshire grins from an ad-lit sky, “Nothing here is real,” he laughs as she cries. (Pre-Chorus 2) They call it normal, call it fate, Call it patience while they close the gate. But Alice hears a deeper sound, A pulse that says she’s not bound. (Chorus) Down the rabbit hole of modern days, Where survival wears designer chains. Kings make laws they never obey, Move the finish line every single day. Alice breathes deep, won’t play the same, She rewrites the rules of the game. (Bridge) Shrink me down, stretch me thin, Tell me who I am, where I fit in. But I’ve been lost, I’ve been small, I’ve been nothing, I’ve been all. If madness is seeing it clear, Then I’ll be mad without fear. (Break) Who decided what’s normal? Who profits when we comply? If this is the dream they promised us, Why does it feel like a lie? (Final Chorus) Down the rabbit hole, but I’m awake, I see the tricks, the masks, the takes. No throne above me, no scripted shame, I bow to no crown, I own my name. Alice walks out, wild and brave, She doesn’t play She *changes* the game. (Outro) The clock still ticks, the world still spins, But she’s no pawn in borrowed sins. Wonderland burns, reforms, remade, And Alice lives beyond the game.