Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here, of our own device And in the masters chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just cant kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before Relax, said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 14:54:29 +0000
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