The golden eyed sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why they are
All roads here, all roads are burned Have we digested the things we have Have we a chance when the dead rise and Have we the time for the romance
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a future, frozen and 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, and morose He'd it if we were like him All the dark days in the maze Have a new man of him
All roads lead here, all are closed Are we certain of all that we know Are we miscast or do we fast Have we the for the final repast
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, and fine Or of a a branded design Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we here at the terminal
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She wakes and she all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All lead here, none lead away Are we quire we're here anyway we been wise or are we despised? Have we the time for our final
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a lost world, and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we fight for the right to our
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the terminal