Intro (whisper-sung, airy, surreal)
Instrumental: soft toy-box keys, reversed hums, storm-like wind.
(breathy)
Follow the rabbit to a Technicolor grave,
Dorothy’s laughing but her smile won’t behave.
Two worlds stitched wrong, ripping at the seams—
Careful now, nothing’s ever what it seems.
Verse 1 (soft, murmur-style over minimal bass)
(Instrumental: low sub-bass, ticking clocks, warped vinyl crackle, sparse plucks.)
(hushed)
Alice sipped a teacup full of wicked little lies,
Dorothy cried glitter in the corners of her eyes.
The yellow brick road has chalk outlines now,
And Wonderland spins though no one knows how.
Pre-Chorus (eerie lullaby tone)
(Instrumental: harp glides, heartbeat kick, toy-chime echoes.)
(soft, haunting)
The rabbit’s running backward,
The scarecrow’s stitching scars…
The lion lost his courage,
The Tin Man stole the stars…
Chorus (floaty, dreamy, unhinged)
(Instrumental: trap-drop beat, distorted bass, swirling synth pads.)
(gliding)
I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams,
Falling between all your broken dreams.
Caught between Oz and Wonderland,
Lost in the places you can’t understand.
I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams—
Maybe the madness was meant for me.
Verse 2 (nursery-rhyme cadence, darker)
(Instrumental: reversed carousel notes, snare taps, faint choir hum.)
(sweet but sharp)
Dorothy kissed danger in a poisoned poppy bed,
Alice hid the secrets screaming loud inside her head.
Toto claws the curtains while the Cheshire grins wide,
Even wicked witches whisper, “Better hide.”
Pre-Chorus (same melody, more tension)
(Instrumental: trembling strings, deeper heartbeat thump.)
(breathier)
The rabbit’s running backward,
The scarecrow’s stitching scars…
The lion lost his courage,
The Tin Man stole the stars…
Chorus (bigger, layered, floating)
(Instrumental: heavier bass, glassy synths, echo vocals.)
I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams,
Falling between all your broken dreams.
Caught between Oz and Wonderland,
Lost in the places you can’t understand.
I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams—
Maybe the madness was meant for me.
Bridge (whispered, eerie)
(Instrumental: beat drops out, thunder, reversed breaths.)
(soft)
Click your heels…
Spin the wheel…
Tell me which world feels more real.
If hearts are hollow,
And roads are lies,
Should I fall down the hole
Or follow the sky?
Final Chorus (whisper-to-belt, collapse at the end)
(Instrumental: big swell, then soft minimal synth.)
I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams,
Dancing with ghosts in your in-betweens.
Caught in the crossfire of Oz and Wonderland,
Holding my sanity in trembling hands.
I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams—
(whisper)
Maybe the madness
Was made for me.
