Riley Taylor — Reality of Darkness (Alice Liddell)

Turn on subtitles for a better experience. (Subtitles EN-US & PT-BR only.) _____________________ Lyrics: I woke where the wallpaper breathed, In a room with no morning, no mercy, no sleep. A rabbit-heart knocking under my ribs, Calling me down where the pretty things rot. The tea had gone cold in a kingdom of teeth, Cards in the mud and a crown underneath. I carried a blade like a question in bloom, Cutting a path through the shape of my wound. Wonderland, swallow the fire, Paint my name on the mouth of the mire. If I fall through the floor of my mind, Will I find what the ashes denied? The Queen wore my face in a mirror of red, Fed on the guilt that was sewn in my head. Every rose had a reason to bleed, Every door knew the thing I would need. They called it a sickness, a fever, a stain, But the monsters were honest when humans were vain. In the dark, I could hear myself say: “Not every nightmare is trying to fade.” I am not mad— My reality only bleeds darker than yours. I am not lost— I was buried behind all your locked little doors. Let the sane keep their candles and prayers; I learned to see where the blackness stares. London was coughing in soot and in lies, With orphanage windows like colorless eyes. A doctor with needles instead of a soul, Smiling while making the broken girls whole. But memory rusted and tore through the thread, A train made of iron screamed inside my head. The Dollmaker reached with his porcelain hands, Turning lost children to obedient lambs. No, I will not be softened to silence, No, I will not be carved into grace. There is thunder beneath my eyelids, There is murder in mercy’s face. If the truth is a blade, let it sing, Let it open the throat of the king. The station lights flicker like dead little stars, The world splits open in smoke and scars. His shadow falls where the tracks run deep, And justice wakes from a long black sleep. Behind my voice, something ancient replies, A low, hollow choir from the other side. Not a demon, not mercy, not fear— Just the part of me no one could disappear. Now London bends under violet skies, Wonderland blooms where the city dies. Cobblestone, mushroom, chimney and thorn, One world shattered, one world born. Call it madness, call it art, Call it the dark learning the shape of my heart. I walk through the fog with my eyes open wide— Reality of Darkness, and I am alive. _____________________ This is an AI-generated fan song, based on the character Alice Liddell, from American McGee's Alice & Alice: Madness Returns. I do not authorize reposting, redistribution, or use of this track on other channels without permission.