The eyed creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's Are why they are there
All lead here, all roads are burned we digested the things we have learned Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the for the final romance
We better out, the name of the game of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick brought here on a whim Why are we here, does anyone Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd like it if we were him All the dark days in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are Are we certain of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast Have we the for the final repast
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, sunny and Or of a burning a branded Why are we here, we don't even Why are we at the terminal show?
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She and she sleeps all alone All of her are crowded in here Laughing, they at her bones
All roads lead here, lead away Are we quire certain we're anyway Have we been or are we despised? Have we the for our final demise?
We better out, the name of the game Chance of a world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures circling Why can't we for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we at the terminal show?