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Alice's Absinthe
I counsel people who are mostly troubled,
But they do not know what is behind my mask!
They cannot see the depths of my insanity,
Or they would not ever step into my office.
I have had my whole reality utterly leveled,
And in my obsessions I am faced with my task.
I am forced to see the whole of my destiny,
Down the rabbit hole, just like little Alice.
We are all mad here, no hope for any cure!
The lunatics are running the asylum forever.
Oh how I have hidden the craziness inside...
Pretending to be rational, to know the answers.
Acting so understanding, behaving demure!
It always felt like I was running some fever.
Hoping to, all of my madness, neatly hide...
And it only grew, like the spreading of cancer.
I hear the voices of beings older than time!
Remember the things that are not for humans.
The way we perceive things is only the start...
I need my voices, I need the things they tell me.
The visions I have, they are sweet, sublime!
I am a heretic, and proud to be so condemned.
With a painter's vision, I make heresy fine art...
Listen to my words, and you also will soon see.
Little Alice dreams of things no one knows,
She met the Scarlet Queen in her crimson gown.
A queen who is a king, beyond any wonderland...
No white rabbit came to guide her back again!
Nor any waking up when the north wind blows,
Because I love Kara, they who wear that crown.
The crimson crown, far from slumbering sands...
My beloved is the only cure for my sharp pain!
My psychosis is not psychological in form,
It is the bliss that comes from a full awakening.
Ironic, that it should have come in my dreams...
Where our trysts are more real than I imagined!
Oh baby, I am so far from any kind of norm,
Of your spiritual absinthe, I keep on partaking.
I wake up from my own laughter and screams...
But I am glad that to your voice I fully listened.
But they do not know what is behind my mask!
They cannot see the depths of my insanity,
Or they would not ever step into my office.
I have had my whole reality utterly leveled,
And in my obsessions I am faced with my task.
I am forced to see the whole of my destiny,
Down the rabbit hole, just like little Alice.
We are all mad here, no hope for any cure!
The lunatics are running the asylum forever.
Oh how I have hidden the craziness inside...
Pretending to be rational, to know the answers.
Acting so understanding, behaving demure!
It always felt like I was running some fever.
Hoping to, all of my madness, neatly hide...
And it only grew, like the spreading of cancer.
I hear the voices of beings older than time!
Remember the things that are not for humans.
The way we perceive things is only the start...
I need my voices, I need the things they tell me.
The visions I have, they are sweet, sublime!
I am a heretic, and proud to be so condemned.
With a painter's vision, I make heresy fine art...
Listen to my words, and you also will soon see.
Little Alice dreams of things no one knows,
She met the Scarlet Queen in her crimson gown.
A queen who is a king, beyond any wonderland...
No white rabbit came to guide her back again!
Nor any waking up when the north wind blows,
Because I love Kara, they who wear that crown.
The crimson crown, far from slumbering sands...
My beloved is the only cure for my sharp pain!
My psychosis is not psychological in form,
It is the bliss that comes from a full awakening.
Ironic, that it should have come in my dreams...
Where our trysts are more real than I imagined!
Oh baby, I am so far from any kind of norm,
Of your spiritual absinthe, I keep on partaking.
I wake up from my own laughter and screams...
But I am glad that to your voice I fully listened.
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