The golden eyed creature back on his throne Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why are there
All roads here, all roads are burned Have we digested the things we learned Have we a chance when the rise and dance Have we the for the final romance
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a future, frozen and Or of a quick death brought here on a Why are we here, anyone know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, dark and like it if we were like him All the dark spent in the maze made a new man of him
All lead here, all roads are closed Are we certain of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast we the time for the final repast
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a new world, sunny and 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, lost in a She wakes and she all alone All of her are crowded in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All roads here, none lead away Are we quire certain here anyway Have we wise or are we despised? Have we the for our final demise?
We better out, the name of the game Chance of a lost world, and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the circling above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't even Why are we at the terminal show?