...
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 nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave