The golden eyed creature sits back on his Gazing at us in Six guests, humanity's best Are wondering why are there
All roads lead here, all are burned Have we digested the we have learned Have we a chance when the dead rise and we the time for the final romance
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a future, and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a Why are we here, does anyone Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, dark and like it if we were like him All the days 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 miscast or do we hold Have we the for the final repast
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a new world, and fine Or of a burning a design Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we at the terminal show?
The red is sleeping, lost in a dream She wakes and she all alone All of her fears are crowded in Laughing, they at her bones
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 Chance of a lost world, and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the vultures above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the terminal