The eyed creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's Are wondering why they are
All roads lead here, all are burned Have we digested the things we have 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 death brought here on a whim Why are we here, anyone know? Why are we here, at the terminal
The king has secrets, dark and morose He'd it if we were like him All the dark days spent in the made a new man of him
All lead here, all roads are closed Are we quite certain of all we know Are we miscast or do we hold Have we the time for the final
We better find out, the name of the of a new world, sunny and fine Or of a burning a design 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, pick at her bones
All lead here, none lead away Are we quire certain we're here Have we wise or are we despised? Have we the for our final demise?
We better find out, the of the game of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the circling above? Why can't we fight for the to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we don't know? Why are we here at the terminal