Godhood XIV [Syrup Edition]

"Might I suggest a slight alteration? A dark highway cuts through the desert. Cool winds brush through your hair. It smells like colitas. Up ahead in the distance... a shimmering light. When you get there, there's a woman standing at the door. It could be Heaven or it could be Hell. She'll light a candle and show you the way. Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends. She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends — how they dance in the courtyard; sweet summer sweat! Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. Voices from nowhere call out at you, welcoming you. Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice. They are all just prisoners here, of our own device. And in the master's chambers, they'll gather for the feast. They'll stab it with their steely knives, but they just won't kill the beast. You can check out any time you like...

but you can never leave."