Build myself a wonderland, a plotted escape from this asylum
Glass mansions miles away; so no moron with rocks can find them

Tea parties with euphoria on the guest list to break free of this insanity
And keep this jungle of a world from pointing their dirty fingers at me
Glaring through my picket fences, you can see their greedy jealousy
As stingy fingers pluck flowers from my garden, finding them prickly
Advancing upon the next square of my cardboard checkered reality
Stealing any hope of function in this molded character I’ve come to be
Orchestrating an orgy of thoughts, myriads and simple rhythmic melodies

Build myself a wonderland, a plotted escape from this asylum
Glass mansions miles away; so no moron with rocks can find them

My mind, racing past my body, leveling distances my senses don’t entertain
Touches, kisses, whispers left within me, ricocheting off the interior my brain
Each entity feeds differently upon the being of me, slowly starving me insane
Whilst upon your drawbridge you stand, sincerely you asking me to play, in vain
For my life has become the sport, seldom wins and loses, but massive craters of pain
Your rough hands may sand away my purpose immediately, but life’s still left to gain
Savagely the thoughts inside run but subdued, my actions are not speech, and I refrain

Build myself a wonderland, a plotted escape from this asylum
Glass mansions miles away; so no moron with rocks can find them
For fear that within his stones he may break me too, I crumble to him…