this is the parachute effect [your head's in your dress]   oh, alice, it's plain to see, you fell in the rabbit hole under black trees   lying in heaps next to me, i'm here to tell you that you'll never be free      free from life, you're a slave to death; follow me dear and breathe in my breath   drink from the well and believe the lies   now alice, of alice, it's your time to die      off with her head!      i'm late, i'm late for a very important date   no time to say hello--goodbye, i'm late, i'm late, i'm late!      oh, alice, my little white rose, leave behind your morals and all of your clothes   say goodbye to pure and paint your face red, anything for those who want you dead      wake up; it's time you see past these lies   wake up; it's time you open those eyes   wake up or live your life alone   you'll trade your purity for insecurity   [you're on your own]