The golden eyed creature 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 Have we digested the things we learned Have we a chance when the rise and dance Have we the time for the final
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a future, frozen and Or of a quick death here on a whim Why are we here, does anyone Why are we here, at the terminal
The king has secrets, dark and morose He'd like it if we like him All the dark days in the maze Have 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 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 even know? Why are we here at the terminal
The red is sleeping, lost in a dream She wakes and she sleeps all All of her are crowded in here Laughing, they at her bones
All roads lead here, none lead Are we quire certain we're anyway we been wise or are we despised? Have we the time for our final
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a lost world, and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the terminal