Welcome to the Hotel California.

Such a lovely place.

Such a lovely face…,

Mirrors on the ceiling.
Pink champagne on ice.
And she said “we are all just prisoners here of our device”

And In the masters chambers
They gathered for the feast.
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

The last thing I remember, I was running for the door…
I have to find that passage back to that place I was before.

We Are programmed to receive, you can check out any time you like, but you can NEVER leave.