The eyed creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why are there
All lead here, all roads are burned Have we the things we have learned Have we a chance when the rise and dance we the time for the final romance
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a future, frozen and Or of a quick death here on a whim Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, and morose He'd like it if we were him All the days spent in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all are closed Are we quite certain of all that we Are we miscast or do we fast Have we the for the final repast
We better find out, the name of the of a new world, sunny and fine Or of a a branded design Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the terminal
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She wakes and she sleeps all All of her are crowded in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All roads lead here, lead away Are we quire certain we're here Have we been wise or are we Have we the time for our final
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a lost world, and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures circling Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we even know? Why are we at the terminal show?