Wake up alice

(verse 1)
She opens up alittle wider and the
thoughts would pour inside her,
she is made to think that she is not a
puppet.
She speaks with fleuent nonscenes
no stings attatched, she wants it.
and her anatomy will ouccupie your
better judgment

(chorus)
Wake up Alice
the parties over
and I just can't tell you that
your love is sober.
Your Tweedle-dumb, tweedle-damn. Stupid.

(verse2)
Nothing can hurt you, you know them all.
you live in boxes made of glass and alcohol
she is made to think her life is an,
imitation.
Her pulse is getting lost,
heart so black and cold theres frost
apon it. exit harsh reality, who needs it
anyways

(intremental)
Party girls die young and pregnant
party girls die young and tragic!