Wonderland

Alice I wonder, am I real?
Prick me with a pin, so I can feel.
Waiting for nothing,
Happens to happen
Cursing the crooked house we're in.
Beautiful masks
Terror underneath
We're smiling through gritted teeth
We're running on a treadmill.

Hide beneath the quilt
Crumpled up in a ball
Eyes stuck together, in a bleary sticky mess
And the gradual realisation hits me
That another day of this shit awaits me.
How can all this sugar
Mutate into this filthy mess in my mouth?
I didn't even drink anything last night.
It's not fair.
Running on a treadmill to nowhere.

Cringe at the laughing
Cos it wasn't a joke.
Distrubing encounters
As i slide down that hole.
And the dark time nightmares
That I kept in their places
Are starting to seep into their day time faces.
How could all that sugar
Mutate into this filthy scum in my mouth?
I never asked for this.
It's not fair.
Running on a treadmill to nowhere.

Words by Iona Tanguay and Zoe Gilmour.