the golden eyed creature sits back on his throne
are wondering why they are there
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
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
chance of a new world sunny and fine
or of a burning a branded design
why are we here at the terminal show
the red queen is sleeping
she wakes and she sleeps all alone
all of her fears are crowded in here
laughing they pick at her bones
are we quire certain we're here anyway
have we been wise or are we despised
have we the time for our final demise
why are the vultures circling above
why can't we fight for the right to our blood
why are we here at the terminal show