Artist: PremRock Album: Mark's Wild Years Song: Alice Typed by: PremRock I must be insane I wanna give you a ring in exchange for my name I just return back like I'm trained Your smile brings madness With metal hair you swing like iron in the wintertime As if I was never there Just prey lioness feast upon at dinnertime My heart my only offer I am just a cliff-note It's a testament to the author Named Alice Figure 8 upon my soul to demonstrate her control And didn't have to lift a finger I know, I know, I know You ripped apart my heart Alice With every part of your metacarpi and ya sharp talons Knocked him off-balance Folded into your scarf My desire held with in ev-ery part of your Chalice Within your name I am engulfed And watch your frame engrain the madness As your departure becomes my own imagined ocean of my sadness Molded into a shape of these inappropriate actions Holding to the faith that you'll integrate with my passions One day I will say You and I will never sever Noone could ever explain The amount of un-forecasted inexplicable rain I stand underneath to cleanse the pain and I must be insane Chorus And I must be insane I must be insane to go skating on your name But I traced it twice And plumetted through ice And now slave to the name for life Alice How does the ocean rock the boat? How did your razor find my throat? How'd the savior leave a note On my table written on paper then she disappeared into smoke Screens disguised as Alice Broken hopes and dreams Tp part the seas of the imbalance And every smile brings madness to my mind Sinking through the loopholes the most tragic of designs Is her frame I go skating on her name Only to plummet Hard to stomach the contents of her remains named Alice And I still see your silhouette Engulfed in the mist of a most elegant cigarette My vision became listless In need of the stimulant As the crows gather round it I am only 1 But I was hoping that number and sum would become rounded And you an I would form a relations but this relevation is unfounded But IIIIII fell for your trap and I'm wounded consumed by the essence Of you telegraphed my every single past and present Gone nothing will outlast this confession Written on my bones Stick stones and catacombs of memory I roam I carve your effigy from stone so I'll never be alone And together we can be forever They will never have to know I exist in the stormiest weather and let it known