The eyed creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all roads are Have we digested the we have learned Have we a chance when the rise and dance we the time for the final romance
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a future, and grim Or of a quick death brought on a whim Why are we here, anyone know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd it if we were like him All the dark spent in the maze Have a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are Are we certain of all that we know Are we miscast or do we hold we the time for the final repast
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a new world, sunny and Or of a a branded design 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, pick at her bones
All roads lead here, lead away Are we quire we're here anyway Have we been wise or are we Have we the time for our final
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 circling above? Why we fight for the right to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the show?