[Intro — /432 hum, faint ticking like an oversized clock] Down the rabbit hole of memory, where dark flips light, and light turns clean. [Verse 1] I followed footprints through the garden, past a grin without a face. Shadow-figures shifting softly as the world bent out of place. But every time the dark grew deeper, a lantern lit from somewhere near. Not a hero, not a warning— just the part of me that sees things clear. [Pre-Chorus] And grace and mercy filter through, like tea poured slow in a quiet room. Forgiveness turns the page so clean the cards reshuffle into bloom. [Chorus] This is the inversion—Wonderland style: dark to light, then light compiled. Blindfold slipping off my mind, two scales held on either side. Snake and cane in balanced hands— wisdom walking where I stand. This is how the heart unfolds: the scales we hold, the scales we hold. [Verse 2] I met a queen who spoke in riddles, I met a king who ruled no land. Saw a rabbit chase his minutes like he wished he’d owned the sand. But truth sits somewhere in the middle— not the madness, not the throne. Just the place where center settles, the only place that feels like home. [Pre-Chorus] And love and mercy filter through, soft as falling cards at noon. Forgiveness makes the edges round, turns the upside right back sound. [Chorus] This is the inversion—Wonderland style: dark to light, then light compiled. Blindfold slipping off my mind, two scales held on either side. Snake and cane in balanced hands— wisdom walking where I stand. This is how the heart unfolds: the scales we hold, the scales we hold. [Bridge — soft guitar, low pads, clock ticks widening] Down is up and up is down, but that’s not where the truth is found. Truth lives where the lines align, not in chaos, not in signs. Dark to light, light to love. Love to balance— that’s enough. [Final Chorus] This is the inversion—Wonderland style: dark to light, then light compiled. Blindfold slipping off my mind, two scales held on either side. Snake and cane in balanced hands— seeing what the moment planned. This is how the story’s told: the scales we hold, the scales we hold. [Outro — /432 hum, faint echo like distant teacups] Sight. Balance. Whole. [Spoken] Intuition picked the right shirt.
