The golden eyed sits back on his throne Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, humanity's Are wondering why are there
All lead here, all roads are burned Have we digested the we have learned we a chance when the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the romance
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a future, and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind king has secrets, and morose like it if we were like him All the dark days spent in the Have a new man of him
All roads here, all roads are closed Are we quite of all that we know Are we miscast or do we hold Have we the time for the repast
We better find out, the name of the of a new world, sunny and fine Or of a burning a design Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She wakes and she all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, they at her bones
All lead here, none lead away Are we quire we're here anyway Have we been or are we despised? Have we the time for our demise?
We find out, the name of the game of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we at the terminal show?