Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face. On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew

Thought contagion Strung out falling from the big time Welcome to the infinite black skies You've been bitten by a true believer You've been bitten by someone's false beliefs It's too late for a revolution Brace for the final solution You've been bit by

And no more gods No more pain Release from rotten thoughts Under the ice you will be free Welcome to the slaughterhouse Under the ice you will believe Released from rotten thoughts Remember the oath Try to understand

Slaves ov the dead gods Martyrs ov the falsehood Your life is death now Engulfed by the wake ov a million years Welcome to Amenti Jerusalem is falling! "Paint me as a dead soul The flesh, the image, the reflection Let's complete the illusion"

Hello, welcome home Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Thought I found a way

Welcome to the scene of the crash Take me to the Take me to the hospital Take me to the hospital Along came a spider He was creepy like Dracula He's bug-like, he was a friend So being with adrenaline

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew

Welcome to the universe And so the time has come, it's here The silence ends, the change is near You wait in the balance libertine Come into the Pantheon If there's a past into the clear We better take the pace Erase this face In constant search for

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up