Terminal Show Motörhead (Ft. Steve Vai)

The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne
Gazes 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?