Tea Party Nightmare

The doormouse is sleeping curled up in a cup 
While the Mad Hatter foretells of our doom 
White Rabbit laments that it's far far too late 
And Alice can't leave this cold room 
\We're guests at a teaparty that doesn't have tea 
Where our fears are served up upon sweet buttered scones 
And only the answer of silence in silence 
Will ever respond to our heartbroken moans 
\The Queen believed wicked is only insane 
Hoarding dark secrets in her castle on high 
The Truth of all truths is the burden she bears 
And if she forgets to keep breathing she'll die 
\The land is in chaos and utter despair 
The King a mere jester who's sporting a crown 
And throughout the heavens resounds a sad laughter 
As the gods and angels look hopelessly down