The eyed creature sits back on his throne Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, humanity's Are wondering why are there
All lead here, all roads are burned Have we the things we have learned Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the final
We better find out, the of the game of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick brought here on a whim Why are we here, does anyone Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, and morose He'd like it if we like him All the dark days in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all are closed Are we certain of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast Have we the for the final repast
We better find out, the name of the of a new world, sunny and fine Or of a burning a branded Why are we here, we don't even Why are we at the terminal show?
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She wakes and she sleeps all All of her fears are crowded in Laughing, they pick at her
All roads lead here, 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 out, the name of the game of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we here at the show?