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Miss Alice
Hi Miss Alice
What colorful dreams dance behind those eyes?
Painting your world with color
and filling your throat with lies?
Do they make you feel well?
Have you faded into Hell?
Don't you have anything to tell?
Don't you have a soul you can sell?
I miss her, Miss Alice
She left me alone in the dark.
After taking up her knife and driving it
right into my heart.
O, Miss Alice, are you bleeding?
Has your sin become a seedling?
Is it attention you're needing?
Now that your demons are done feeding?
I need you, Miss Alice
Your porcelain flesh is so nice.
It draws me in so close,
and it truly does entice.
I'm, I'm losing it,
The small sanity that remains,
You throw a fist and you hit
My heart, shattering it like it was before you came.
Oh Miss Alice.
Miss Alice.
Alice.
What colorful dreams dance behind those eyes?
Painting your world with color
and filling your throat with lies?
Do they make you feel well?
Have you faded into Hell?
Don't you have anything to tell?
Don't you have a soul you can sell?
I miss her, Miss Alice
She left me alone in the dark.
After taking up her knife and driving it
right into my heart.
O, Miss Alice, are you bleeding?
Has your sin become a seedling?
Is it attention you're needing?
Now that your demons are done feeding?
I need you, Miss Alice
Your porcelain flesh is so nice.
It draws me in so close,
and it truly does entice.
I'm, I'm losing it,
The small sanity that remains,
You throw a fist and you hit
My heart, shattering it like it was before you came.
Oh Miss Alice.
Miss Alice.
Alice.
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