The golden creature sits back on his throne Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all are burned Have we digested the things we have Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the for the final romance
We better out, the name of the game Chance of a future, 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, dark and like it if we were like him All the dark spent in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are Are we quite of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast Have we the time for the final
We better find out, the 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 here at the show?
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She and she sleeps all alone All of her are crowded in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All lead here, none lead away Are we quire we're here anyway Have we wise or are we despised? we the time for our final demise?
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 vultures circling Why can't we fight for the to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we at the terminal show?