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Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
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
Reflective surfaces above us, with chilled pink champagne ready to serve. She remarked, 'We're all just captives here, trapped by our own choices.' In the authority figure's rooms, they came together for the grand meal. They attack it with their sharp blades, yet they can't seem to defeat the creature.