The golden eyed creature back on his throne Gazing at us in Six guests, humanity's best Are wondering why are there
All lead here, all roads are burned we digested the things we have learned Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the romance
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a future, and grim Or of a quick death brought on a whim Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind has secrets, dark and morose He'd like it if we were him All the dark spent in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are Are we certain of all that we know Are we miscast or do we hold 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 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 wakes and she all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, they at her bones
All roads 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 better find out, the of the game of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the circling above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we here at the show?