The golden creature sits back on his throne at us in despair Six guests, humanity's best Are wondering why are there
All roads lead here, all are burned we digested the things we have learned Have we a when the dead rise and dance Have we the time for the romance
We find out, the name of the game of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a Why are we here, anyone know? Why are we here, at the show?
The blind king has secrets, dark and He'd like it if we like him All the days 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 or do we hold fast Have we the 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 even know? Why are we here at the show?
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a She wakes and she all alone All of her are crowded in here Laughing, pick 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 for our final demise?
We better find out, the name of the of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up your belongings, we all to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we for the right to our blood?
We are demented, everyone Misrepresented, to blows Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the show?