The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne 

Gazing at us in despair 

Six hundred guests, humanity's best 

Are wondering why they are there 

All roads lead here, all roads are burned 

Have we digested the things we have learned 

Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance 

Have we the time for the final romance 



We better find out the name of the game 

Chance of a future frozen and grim 

Or of a quick death brought here on a whim 

Why are we here does anyone know 

Why are we here at the terminal show 



The blind king has secrets dark and morose 

He'd like it if we were like him 

All the dark days spent in the maze 

Have made a new man of him 

All roads lead here, all roads are closed 

Are we quite certain of all that we know 

Are we miscast or do we hold fast 

Have we the time for the final repast 



We better find out 

The name of the game 

Chance of a new world sunny and fine 

Or of a burning a branded design 

Why are we here, we don't even know 

Why are we here at the terminal show 



The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream 

She wakes an dshe sleeps all alone 

All of her fears are crowded in here 

Laughing they pick at her bones 

All roads lead here, none lead away 

Are we quire certain we're here anyway 

Have we been wise or are we despised 

Have we the time for our final demise 



We better find out 

The name of the game 

Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay 

Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay 

Why are the vultures circling above 

Why can't we fight for the right to our blood 

We are demented, everyone knows 

Misrepresented, coming to blows 

Why are we here, we don't even know 

Why are we here at the terminal show