Sort of reminds me of here...We all stick around love it or hate it
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 master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't 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" |