The golden eyed creature back on his throne Gazing at us in Six guests, humanity's best Are wondering why they are
All lead here, all roads are burned we digested the things we have learned Have we a chance when the dead and dance we the time for the final romance
We better out, the name of the game of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick death brought on a whim Why are we here, anyone know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, and morose He'd like it if we were him All the dark days in the maze made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all are closed Are we quite certain of all we know Are we miscast or do we 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 here at the terminal
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She wakes and she sleeps all All of her fears are in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All roads lead here, none lead Are we quire certain here anyway we been wise or are we despised? Have we the time for our demise?
We better find out, the name of the of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the circling above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?