The eyed creature sits back on his throne Gazing at us in Six guests, humanity's best Are wondering why are there
All lead here, all roads are burned Have we digested the things we have Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the romance
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a future, and grim Or of a quick death here on a whim Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd like it if we were him All the days spent in the maze made a new man of him
All lead here, all roads are closed Are we quite of all that we know Are we miscast or do we hold we the time for the final repast
We better find out, the of the game of a new world, sunny and fine Or of a a branded design Why are we here, we even know? Why are we at the terminal show?
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She wakes and she sleeps all All of her fears are in here Laughing, they at her bones
All lead here, none lead away Are we quire certain we're here we been wise or are we despised? Have we the for our final demise?
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a lost world, rain and Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we fight for the to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we here at the show?