Mad Hatter (techno version)

My friend told me ’bout a mad old hatter,
A love that sounded like some sad disaster.
He fell for a porcelain teacup fine,
But the cup stayed cold, wouldn't cross the line.
She ignored him flat, like he was air,
Though he warmed her hands, she didn't care.
Kept her maker’s mark down in the glaze,
Kept her silence like a hundred days.
Mad hatter paints his cap with red,
Pissed off 'cause his dreams are dead.
He fell for love again — what a fool,
And heartbreak came back, like clockwork, cruel.
Jump!!! Fly!!!Crash!!— cup and skull collide,
In one flash, it all breaks wide.
He said, "I'm yours." Then wiped his face,
Pressed that cold cup in a last embrace.
Walked to the cliff, gave a desperate shove,
Fell on the rocks, 'cause he couldn't love.
Blood ran down like a scarlet creek,
White shards of cup lay at his feet.
There they found their cold, weird peace,
In broken pieces, all release.
Mad hatter paints his cap with red,
Pissed off 'cause his dreams are dead.
He bought love once more — that poor clown,
And disappointment dragged him down.
Jump!!! Fly!!! Crash!! — cup and skull collide,
In one flash, it all breaks wide.
They say it's fate when things fall apart,
Let's face it straight, no beating heart.
People claim that when something breaks,
It somehow means good luck awakes.
Jump!!! Fly!!! Crash!! — cup and skull collide,
In one flash, it all breaks wide.
Jump!!! Fly!!Crash!!— cup and skull collide,
In one flash, it all breaks wide.