The golden creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six guests, humanity's best Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all are burned we digested the things we have learned Have we a chance when the rise and dance Have we the for the final romance
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 know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind has secrets, dark and morose like it if we were like him All the days 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 miscast or do we 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 a branded design Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we at the terminal show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She wakes and she all alone All of her are crowded in here Laughing, they pick at her
All roads here, none 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 find out, the name of the Chance of a world, rain and dismay up your belongings, we all have to pay Why are the circling above? Why can't we fight for the right to our
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't even Why are we at the terminal show?