The golden eyed creature sits back on his Gazing at us in Six hundred guests, humanity's Are why they are there
All roads here, all roads are burned Have we digested the things we have Have we a chance when the dead and dance Have we the time for the final
We better find out, the name of the of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick death here on a whim Why are we here, does anyone Why are we here, at the terminal
The king has secrets, dark and morose He'd like it if we were him All the dark spent in the maze Have a new man of him
All lead here, all roads are closed Are we certain of all that we know Are we miscast or do we fast we the time for the final repast
We better find out, the name of the Chance of a new world, sunny and Or of a burning a branded Why are we here, we don't even Why are we here at the terminal
The red is sleeping, lost in a dream She wakes and she all alone All of her fears are in here Laughing, pick at her bones
All lead here, none 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 of a lost world, rain and dismay Pick up belongings, we all have to pay Why are the vultures above? Why can't we fight for the right to our
We are demented, knows Misrepresented, coming to Why are we here, we even know? Why are we here at the terminal