Alice in Wonderland: If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?
READ THIS WRITTEN BY A FAN. IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE
The main topic is teenage world, a small kingdom with its rules and hierarchy ( just as it`s described in popular american school movies: from football players, science club kids, punks to a lonely creative individuals), but all those different people sometimes feel burdened with their social status and want to escape. It would`ve be too lonely by yourself, wouldn`t it? So, mostly teens look for a soulmate to share their problem with and they find it in love. Aren`t love affairs the main concern of teens nowadays?
Exo are singing about crazy teen love, when you wanna secretly escape with your boyfriend on his ancient car to enjoy the moonshiny night (“Ignite your engine, step on the pedal”/ “On this highway, it’s a runway. Your eyes that look into mine are the milky way”)
Exo are playing the roles of these boyfriends. From first scenes we see their daily life of an average teen and each has its own character, then we see boys go wild and happy, they found their freedom in things their heart belongs to. After obtaining it they can set us( the girlfriends, viewers) carefree and it`s as if they are inviting us to escape with them tonight. These crazy atributes of Alice in Wonderland are reflecting the extravagant youthful mind of teens, their inner world.
It`s not sport-themed as majority thought, it`s a crazy and many-sided teenage world. Well, that`s just how i see it, thank you if you read it :)
OMG IF YOU WATCH READ THIS AND WATCH THE MV AGAIN IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE
you’re a hero,
they all say with crooked smiles
at the sheer relief of being alive,
but she doesn’t hear them.
she’s staring at her hands in horror,
at the red she sees reflected there,
at the horrid claws that gleam in the light
and dark twisted veins that appear instead of flesh -
she’s not a hero,
she’s a monster.
they are too busy reveling in being alive
to notice that she is not celebrating with them.
her smile falters,
freezing on her face,
shattering into twenty million pieces,
as she hears them;
the heavy, heavy guilt of what she’s done
begins to set in,
devouring her from inside out.
don’t call me that,
she wants to say,
want to scream at the heavens
and the people that pass by
with relief on their faces.
don’t they understand?
she doesn’t want their thanks,
their high praises -
not when she had to sacrifice the girl she was
to earn it from their lips.
if you want forgiveness,
i’ll give it to you.
like his words are heaven and starlight itself,
like they are enough to release this burden
she has taken upon herself.
(and maybe, she thinks,
the sad part is that
once upon a time,
it would’ve been enough.)
now is different.
with the blood on her hands,
and the screaming cries of the innocent
filling her head,
she is a demon.
he is not a priest,
this is not confession,
and she cannot be absolved of her sins.