We travel through space
while time isn’t real
We try to embrace
what’s meant to not heal

We conquer a world
which belongs to nobody
Who do we steel from
What is the outcome
The straight way got curled
The gold path got muddy

Trees and flowers
grow to the clouds
We just take hours
To burn through the grounds

I don’t think we’re better
We won’t have the will
To see the mad hatter
In his insane thrill