Alice!?

[I] The labels all say Drink Me, but the glass is stained with grime. Alice sits in the parlor, The amber liquid shimmers; shes turning golden pages of a dark and lonely age. One sip to stop the shaking, two sips to stop the fear, the reflection in the mirror is the first to disappear.
[1] A twitching nose, a ticking clock, a flurry of the white—the Rabbits running faster through the middle of the night. Hes got the powder on his whiskers, hes got the lightning in his veins, hes skipping over heartbeats just to break the heavy chains. I’m late! I’m late!, as he lines it on the glass, watching every second like a ghost inside the pass. A blizzard in the summer, a frost bite on the soul, Alice follows closely as she loses all control. It’s a rush of frozen thunder, it’s a mountain made of salt, every frantic footstep is a dance without a halt.
[C] the Queen screams loud, a crimson, pulsing beat, the rhythm of a heavy heart that’s dragging through the street. The Queen is just a craving, a royal, sharp command, ruling with an iron fist across a broken land.
[2] The air begins to pixelate, the walls begin to glow, and there he is, the Grinning One, with nowhere left to go. A crescent moon of neon teeth, a haze of electric blue, the Cat is just a phantom of a girl she once knew. One pill to see the colors, one pill to feel the bass, a synthetic kind of magic written all across her face. He leaves behind the laughter, but he takes away the light, leaving Alice drifting through a techno-colored night.
[C] the Queen screams loud, a crimson, pulsing beat, the rhythm of a heavy heart that’s dragging through the street. The Queen is just a craving, a royal, sharp command, ruling with an iron fist across a broken land.
[3] The tea is pouring sideways and the sky is turning green, the strangest celebration that the world has ever seen. The Hatter’s got a paper square resting on his tongue, singing songs of nonsense that the ancient stars have sung. The patterns start to breathe and crawl, the teapot starts to cry, as Alice watches rainbows leak from a fractured, violet sky. There’s no logic in the garden, there’s no reason in the cup, Time is just a concept that he’s murdered with a grin, while Alice tries to find the door she used to enter in.
[B] The Hookah blows a heavy cloud, a spiral in the dark, the Blue One sits in silence, waiting for a single spark. Who are YOU?, through a veil of thickest grey, but Alice can’t remember yesterday. The smoke is like a blanket, a suffocating dream, where nothing is as solid as it once seemed. 
[O] She reaches for the sugar, for the candy-coated lie, a tray of poisoned tarts beneath a charcoal-colored sky. It’s the sweetness of the ending, it’s the honey on the knife, the little treats she uses just to tolerate her life. The Wonderland is empty, the looking glass is cracked, and Alice realizes finally that she’s never coming back.

200 BPM / Electro Pop, Industrial Pop, Witch House, male. A orchestration of chaotic symphonies coming to a synth bounce