The eyed creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's Are wondering why are there
All roads lead here, all roads are we digested the things we have learned Have we a chance when the dead and dance we the time for the final romance
We better find out, the of the game 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 it if we were like him All the dark spent in the maze made a new man of him
All roads here, all roads are closed Are we quite certain of all that we Are we miscast or do we hold we the time for the final repast
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, and fine Or of a burning a design Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the terminal
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She and she sleeps all alone All of her fears are crowded in Laughing, they pick at her
All lead here, none lead away Are we quire we're here anyway Have we been wise or are we Have we the time for our demise?
We better find out, the name of the of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures circling Why can't we fight for the right to our
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the terminal