The golden eyed creature sits back on his Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all are burned Have we the things we have learned Have we a chance when the rise and dance we the time for the final romance
We better find out, the name of the of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick death here on a whim Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind king has secrets, and morose He'd it if we were like him All the dark spent in the maze Have a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are Are we quite certain of all that we 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 burning a branded Why are we here, we don't even Why are we at the terminal show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She wakes and she all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, they pick at her
All roads lead here, lead away Are we quire we're here anyway we been 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?