The golden eyed creature sits on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's Are wondering why are there
All roads lead here, all are burned we digested the things we have learned Have we a chance the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the romance
We better find out, the name of the 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 terminal
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd like it if we like him All the dark spent in the maze Have a new man of him
All roads here, all roads are closed Are we certain of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast Have we the for the final repast
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 terminal
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She and she sleeps all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, they pick at her
All roads lead here, lead away Are we certain we're here anyway Have we been wise or are we Have we the for our final demise?
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a lost world, rain and Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we fight for the to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?