The golden eyed creature sits back on his at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all roads are Have we digested the we have learned Have we a chance when the dead rise and we the time for the final romance
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a future, and grim Or of a quick brought here on a whim Why are we here, anyone know? Why are we here, at the show?
The king has secrets, dark and morose He'd it if we were like him All the dark days in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are Are we quite certain of all we know Are we miscast or do we hold Have we the time for the repast
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, sunny and Or of a burning a design Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She wakes and she sleeps all All of her fears are crowded in Laughing, they at her bones
All roads lead here, none lead Are we quire certain we're anyway Have we been or are we despised? Have we the time for our demise?
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a world, rain and dismay up your belongings, we all have to pay Why are the circling above? Why can't we fight for the right to our
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the terminal