Should we yet document audacity, your last allegations we write.
With yet another man-made miracle, this borders on the spiritual.
It's time we came to fight.
And should we open our eyes then we'd know.
That the lines we once drew in the sand turned to stone.
If we ever held back what we write, then our message is clear, my dear.
This all ends tonight.
Yes,we are.
We're cutting it close as you stare at the scenery.
Truth, we write.
Always colorful, cutting, and cold.
Oh yes, we lie.
And we see eye to eye as you stand at the feet of me .
And so, tonight, means goodbye as the story was told
Alice, Alice, the queen is raging.
The Cheshire cat with his, smile fading.
A pawn, eight, squares, now her majesty.
Oh we're curious to know which hole you followed, the white rabbit down.
Yes, we are.
We're losing some friends and we're changing the scenery.
Truth, we find.
Always colorful, cutting, and cold.
Oh yes, we lied.
We knew you were destined for underachieving.
And so, tonight, means goodbye as the story was told.
Alice, Alice, the queen is raging.
The Cheshire cat with his, smile fading.
Pawn, eight, squares, now her majesty.
Oh we're curious to know which whole you followed the white rabbit down.
We'd step through the looking glass now....
And so, should we yet document audacity.
Your last allegations, we write.
Oh no, oh we write.