And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall...
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
I live in a house of pain Surrounded by a pool of tears Nothing grows here anymore Except seeds of fear and despair Hope is long dead Sank like lead in the icy water My life seeps warm then cold Like blood through my clenched hard fist