The golden creature sits back on his throne Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, humanity's Are why they are there
All lead here, all roads are burned Have we the things we have learned we a chance when the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the final
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a future, frozen and Or of a death brought here on a whim Why are we here, anyone know? 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 Have a new man of him
All lead here, all roads are closed Are we quite certain of all we know Are we miscast or do we fast Have we the for the final repast
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a new world, and fine Or of a a branded design Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She and she sleeps all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, they pick at her
All roads here, none lead away Are we quire certain we're here Have we been wise or are we Have we the time for our demise?
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a world, rain and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the show?