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."



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Category Artwork (Digital) / Abstract
Species Wolf
Size 1000 x 1599px
File Size 1.97 MB
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