The golden eyed creature sits on his throne Gazing at us in Six guests, humanity's best Are why they are there
All roads lead here, all are burned Have we the things we have learned Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the for the final romance
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a future, and grim Or of a death brought here on a whim Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind has secrets, dark and morose He'd like it if we were him All the days spent in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all are closed Are we quite certain of all we know Are we miscast or do we fast Have we the time for the final
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, and fine Or of a burning a branded Why are we here, we even know? Why are we at the terminal show?
The red is sleeping, lost in a dream She and she sleeps all alone All of her fears are crowded in Laughing, they at her bones
All roads lead here, none away Are we quire certain we're anyway Have we wise or are we despised? Have we the for our final demise?
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the circling above? Why can't we 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?