The right's delayed, moneys forgotten...
That's possible to die underground...
Your dreams are failed, passions are rotten.
But stop, Alice, and turn you around.
Your gods don't understand of your minding...
Your gods don't understand of your pain...
I don't want know what you have decided...
But sorry Alice, where is your chain?!
Come over here and sing to me carol.
Come here and sing me, Alice, tonight.
I'll kill you just like poor Lewis Carroll -
I want to know you foible and might.
Your gods don't understand of your minding...
Your gods don't understand of your pain...
I don't want know what you have decided...
But sorry Alice, where is your chain?!
Where is your chain?!
© Copyright: Авель Каин Вайс, 2008
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