[Intro] In the garden of memory In the palace of dreams That is where you and I shall meet. But the clock struck heavy, and there's no time for tea! Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at? Up above the world you fly Like a tea tray in the sky! Hahaha! Change the subject! [Verse 1 - The Mad Hatter] In this style 10/6, the price is on my head Selling off the pieces of the things I should have said Erratic and eccentric, society calls me mad A caricature of mania, the best and worst I had Stuck at six o'clock, the social ritual is dead A circular convention where the logic is misled No time to clean the table, no time to think or breathe Arbitrary social constructs that we choose to weave I have an excellent idea! Let's change the subject! Before the system breaks and we become the object We laugh at proper etiquette, we crown absurdity The door to every honest thought is opened with insanity [Pre-Chorus] Every rule becomes a riddle, Every throne becomes a chair, Every mask begins to crack When nobody is there. [Chorus] Who is Alice? Who decides? Who is small And who just hides? Paint the roses, Break the frame. Nothing here Will stay the same. Round the table, Round again— Only fools escape the game. [Verse 2 - The Walrus & The Carpenter] The time has come, the Walrus said, To talk of many things: Of shoes-and ships-and sealing-wax- Of cabbages-and kings- And why the sea is boiling hot- And whether pigs have wings. But the oysters followed blindly, naivety and trust Led down the beach to be eaten in the dust Sympathy without moral action is cruelty in disguise Charming deception or brutal truth before the oyster dies The world is not black and white, the logic has its end The perception of morality depends on where you stand Both characters destroyed the innocent, both hands are red While they polish their excuses with the oysters long since dead [Pre-Chorus] Every rule becomes a riddle, Every throne becomes a chair, Every mask begins to crack When nobody is there. [Chorus] Who is Alice? Who decides? Who is small And who just hides? Paint the roses, Break the frame. Nothing here Will stay the same. Round the table, Round again— Only fools escape the game. [Verse 3- Drink Me / Eat Me] Drink from the bottle, eat from the cake Molding the identity for everyone's sake Physical transformations, shrinking to the floor Growing to the ceiling, breaking through the door Temptation of the food, the unstable reality Biased self-perception, losing the morality Temporary changes, satisfying none Every borrowed face grows heavier the longer that it's worn Be careful of the thoughts that you let inside your head Careful of the viewpoints on the tables where you're fed For the mushroom has two sides, and the bottle has a price And the transformation hurts when you have to pay it twice! [Outro] Let your need guide your behavior. But what do we need? Is it the bottle? Is it the cake? Or is it just a way out... (tick... tick...)
