The golden eyed creature sits on his throne Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, best Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all roads are Have we digested the things we have Have we a chance when the dead and dance Have we the for the final romance
We better find out, the of the game Chance of a future, frozen and Or of a death brought here on a whim Why are we here, does anyone Why are we here, at the terminal
The blind king has secrets, and morose He'd like it if we like him All the dark days spent in the made a new man of him
All lead here, all roads are closed Are we certain of all that we know Are we or do we hold fast Have we the time for the repast
We find out, the name of the game Chance of a new world, and fine Or of a burning a design Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the show?
The red queen is sleeping, in a dream She wakes and she sleeps all All of her are crowded in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All roads here, none lead away Are we quire certain we're here Have we wise or are we despised? we the time for our final demise?
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 vultures 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 terminal