The Lost, the Late

Grown up, messed up Peter Pan Meet wide-eyed Alice of Wonderland That has become you Neverland Tell her when to drop The city is your jungle now You rule the streets from underground 'Til was the girl of sunshine found Flowers grow in her footsteps She is Life as you remember Before all months became December Will Spring return now she is member To your shadowband of The Lost? You, who once taught souls to fly Fearless of the fall, you'd climb as high As to paint your fingers blue with the sky Now: Afraid of lifting both feet off the ground Alice is vunerable to this Land's seduction But she won't survive it's love of destruction Unless she learns to fly above the corruption Teach the girl; save our hope Screw what courage you keep to the sticking place With time winding down it is now you face The monsters you grew; her blood you will taste Forever after is you are late