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
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