The March Hare

Описание: #darkwave #dubstep #heavymetal #gothicrock #trance #horrorcore #orchestralpop
Alice trapped in her first PTSD episode. Losing her mind, caught in insanity. The March Hare - a doctor - tries to calm her with medicine while she strains to self-harm her way free from the madness.

[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)

Gleeful laughter, echoes in the night,
Twisted shadows dancing, under pale moonlight.
A sugar cube of madness, crumbles in your hand,
No sweet relief in sight, in this chaotic land.

(Pre-Chorus)

Swallow down the bitter, let the darkness flow,
Don't be frustrated, Alice, let the madness grow.
You'll feel the warmth inside, as acid starts to burn,
Embrace the whispers, feel the world turn.

(Chorus)

Foam upon your lips, a ravenous delight,
Would you like a napkin, or embrace the blight?
No? Then take this knife blade, let it pierce your skin,
You'll feel the warmth take over as the chaos begins.

(Verse 2)

The clock is ticking backward, time is breaking down,
In the garden of the cursed, wear your thorny crown.
There’s bloody tears in your eyes, as you gaze at the sky,
Would you like to lie down, or let the madness fly?

(Pre-Chorus)

Swallow this enigma, let the colors bleed,
Don’t die just yet, Alice, you’re the chosen seed.
You haven’t tasted the cake, it’s a feast for the bold,
Full of wicked eyeballs, the truth be told.

(Chorus)

Foam upon your lips, do you feel the fright?
Would you like a napkin, or dance with the night?
No? Then take this knife blade, feel the sting of fate,
You’ll warm up to the darkness, as you dance with hate.

(Bridge)

In this twisted Wonderland, where shadows feast and thrive,
The March Hare grins with madness, keeping hope alive.
A slice of deadly sweetness, served upon a plate,
With each bite, the darkness whispers, sealing your fate.

(Chorus)

Foam upon your lips, the madness in your veins,
Would you like a napkin, or drown in your chains?
No? Then take this knife blade, let the blood run free,
You’ll find your peace in chaos, as you cease to be.

(Outro)

So go to your grave, Alice, don't fear the blight,
Dance with the shadows, embrace the night.
In a dream that is haunting, where the mad ones dwell,
You’ll find your solace, in the echoes of Hell.