MAD

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Be careful where you tread
One wrong step, you may lose your head
Mother said be home by nine
Don't run out of time

You cry like a babe, lost in our never-ending forest
It is you who fell for the trick oldest
Come join us at our long table
That is if you are still able

I offer you a drink
This world is driving you to the brink
You are tired, isn't it confusing?
No tools are left for your using

Your hands are shaking
Missing your mother's baking?
Have some tea, wash down those feelings
The queen will add you to her list of killings

She chases you down the garden
Red rose, white rose, pardon
What was your name?
Do you remember why you came?

The voices scream
What does this mean
I could tell you, but you wouldn't care
You have been broken beyond repair

Under clouds of smoke you sit
The smile on your face seems fit
You used to run, you wanted to hide
But now in Wonderland, you will die

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