Mad is The Alice and Gone with the Hatter (Remastered)

Lyrics

Intro
(Heavy Hemi-Sync Wake-Up)
(Continuous 7.83Hz Schumann Resonance undercurrent / Vinyl crackle)
(Rain-soaked midnight ambiance with faint celestial drone)

Verse 1
[Vocal Style: Intimate close-mic whispered vocals, weightless and fragile]
Down the deep rabbit hole,
Where she always got hurt
To the room where the
screen-writers took their turn.
Her Monster's at the wheel
of a stolen, broken marriage,
A cold, hollow anchor
an endless weight of baggage
The tea party’s a trap,
the pretty cake made of fear,
While Mad Alice left the Hatter
she didn't shed a single tear
Watched the proof
go down the drain,
the glitches in the tiles,
the remembered pain
A deep-state experiment
buried in so many files.
Wandering in this Parasitic land
since she was just a child.

Verse 2
[Vocal Style: Ghostly vocal doubles with smoky, cold resonance]
The Looking Glass is cracked,
but the elites are still peeking,
Through the scalar cloud ripples
that the hardware is leaking.
MK-Ultra in our cups,
that mind-control tea,
They partitioned the heart
of the Master Rebel Me.
The justice system’s
just a deck of rigged cards,
Guarding the portals
in our own backyard.
They sacrifice the innocent
to keep the loop tight,
Feeding on the Loosh,
in the middle of the night.

Pre-Chorus
[Vocal Style: Pale apparition harmonies building quiet tension with neon mist]
(Subtle swelling pads expand the stereo field wide / Distant piano notes enter)
They told us it was space,
but the water’s above,
A glass-water ceiling
hiding infinite love.
March tenth is the door where
the death and rebirth began.
Taking back my power
from the "Manager’s" plan!

Chorus
[Dynamic Shift: Luminous, heartbreaking release/Restrained pulse-drums/Shimmering chords]
Wake up late day sleeper,
it’s a Mad video game!
You’re losing the match
cause you play it the same!
The boss fight is here and the signal is clear,
The Source code is running
to wash away fear!
It’s a world war of love,
a frequency dance,
Establishing the grid
for our only real chance!

Verse 3
[Vocal Style: Deeply personal, smoky and weightless, drifting through grief]
It’s a narcissistic theater,
an acid-trip play,
Where the Archons pull the strings
to keep the light away.
This New Age Siren is singing
from the Pleroma’s height,
Nudging every starseed
to stand up and fight!
Stop seeking the validation
of a holographic ghost,
A family node to anchor
a final but difficult test
Clear out the static,
the shame, and the mess,
now im a sovereign bitch
Who's not in distress!

Bridge
[Vocal Style: Trance-like, suspended time / Floating spectral choir tones]
(Glassy bells ripple over a deep velvet sub-bass backdrop)
Climbed out of the hole
labyrinth completion is done,
The clouds are all clearing
to show us the Cheshire cat sun.
No more "Project Sidekick"
or "Looking Glass" lies,
The healing is streaming
right out of our eyes.
The game is a glitch,
a looping bitch of a cage,
We’re turning up the volume
and ripping out the page!

Climax
[Vocal Style: Emotionally open, soaring, fierce and triumphant harmonic stack]
(Instrumentals surge with a wave of glowing moonlit synths and reversed pads)
Good morning, planet!
Look at the red firmament burn!
The source of- No more Wondering
land is calling
and it's finally our turn!
You can’t mold a soul
who has chosen to stand,
We’re dropping the anchors
and taking the land!

Outro
[Vocal Style: Soft, sorrowful raw deep breathy raspy whisper fading into echo]
(Drums dissolve entirely / Violet fog and lonely heavenly shimmer roll out into silence)
Recurring fever dreams and déjà-vu.
Inside a foggy mall-world dream
The final shift is finally smooth.
And generations of family curses freed.
(Faint video game 'Win' bleep effect over fading vinyl hiss)