The golden creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's Are why they are there
All roads lead here, all are burned Have we the things we have learned Have we a chance when the dead rise and Have we the time for the 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, does know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd like it if we were him All the dark days in the maze Have a new man of him
All roads lead here, all 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 out, the name of the game of a new world, sunny and fine Or of a burning a branded Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we at the terminal show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a 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 here anyway Have we been or are we despised? Have we the time for our demise?
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a lost world, and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we fight for the to our blood?
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?