Patience will come
to those who find it’s too late
now it’s lost its use
it’s redundant

Hear the wail of machines minus rung emotions
hear the clunking of the soul taker
What was an object now has you down as its subject
Welcome Malice
this is Wonderland

Though I’ve never seen a swagger
on a puppet that’s lost its strings
you come closest
but what if this machine from which
life gives you purpose suddenly
was rendered obsolete?

Where can you turn?
Who can your bigotry bear arms to?
Once again I think it’s Wonderland.
To love and to hate
to give and to steal
and to get just what we’ve always wanted
but do you know just what you’ve always wanted?

A life that’s based on greed
and not on what you need
is doomed to fail and still you choose to flaunt it
Tho’ methods are tasted
Solutions lie wasted
You once had ambition but quickly erased it

Observance is one thing
but ignorance another
Don’t fall on your own sword
as it’s harder to recover
Where you once raised issues with lucid persistance.
A poignant reminder to once was exisitence.

Now all that is left is just an effigy bewildered
How hollow the figure that trusted fate with Wonderland
A life based on greed
Not on what you need
This is Wonderland