The golden eyed creature sits back on his at us in despair Six guests, humanity's best Are why they are there
All roads here, all roads are burned Have we the things we have learned Have we a chance when the dead rise and 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 brought here on a whim Why are we here, does know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd like it if we were him All the dark days spent in the Have a new man of him
All roads lead here, all are closed Are we quite of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast we the time for the final repast
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, 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 is sleeping, lost in a dream She and she sleeps all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All roads here, none lead away Are we quire certain we're anyway Have we been wise or are we Have we the time for our final
We better find out, the of the game of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the circling above? Why can't we for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the terminal