In the burning fields, there is writing on the wall
You can flee the end if you listen it will call
Alice is the only way that one can free themselves,
indulging in the riches from all the soil's breath
Alice makes you bleed and Alice licks the tongues
Alice is the key to make the mad-boys run
Lyring in the gutter and clawing at the wall
Belief in all the others has you foaming on the floor
You had it all, master of the animals, leader of the animals
Oh Alice!
I can picture hell, but did you picture this?