The first Alice was a wrathful woman of the spade And righteously she held a sharpened blade within her hand Never hesitating to slay those within her way Creating paths of blood that followed her through Wonderland Deep into the darkened forest Alice walked the line Captured and imprisoned as embodiment of Sin If not for the murderous wake she left behind No one would have suspected that she had ever been
The second Alice was a fragile man of the diamond The broken echo of the lies within demented words He sang his twisted melodies to all on Wonderland Creating the image of the sick and the disturbed Deadly yet so beautiful, a voice just like a rose Was shot by a madman who silenced him to death A single rose bloomed in his place with no music composed With twisted smile this dying man lay breathing his last breath
The third Alice was an innocent young girl of club An enchanting graceful figure in the world of Wonderland She charmed the people in the land to every beck and call A peculiar country answering to her command So she rose into the throne to be the country's queen Consumed by paranoia of her own impending death Soon the queen succumbed to a dark and nightmarish dream Disguised in kindness, loathing fate, she secured her regime
As this passed Two children walked through the woods Partaking in tea underneath the trees They'd never part They found an invitation to the Queen It was the Ace of Hearts!
The fourth Alice was a duo of curiosity Both were lost and could not find the boat where they began And so they ran through countless open doors so recklessly A brother and a sister running round through Wonderland A stubborn elder sister A witty younger brother But they had strayed too far into Alice's Wonderland
They were never woken from their terrifying dream Forever doomed to wander this twisted fairytale