Ghosts of past icons hung on the walls,
echoes of music whispering through halls
of stained chequered linoleum floors,
incarnadine crimson curtains and dead applause
welcome to Tranquility Lane Hotel
where all you see is broken
welcome to the devourer of dreams, where
you can buy shame with one chipped casino token
when all you fear is real, and all you wish is perished
when all the world around is charred, here we have everything you ever cherished
***** drugs, fights and ***
money, food, water and insects*
the mutant hounds of the apocalypse screech and howl
as you sit back in a freshly perfumed bath towel
watching old TV adverts of a world gone by
an era decimated in the blink of an eye
stretch back and sip that brilliant post-war champagne
please ignore the screams and mysterious stains
no one ever leaves, no one ever tells,
welcome traveller to
Tranquility Lane Hotel.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Ghosts of past icons hung on the walls,
echoes of music whispering through halls
of stained chequered linoleum floors,
incarnadine crimson curtains and dead applause
welcome to Tranquility Lane Hotel
where all you see is broken
welcome to the devourer of dreams, where
you can buy shame with one chipped casino token
when all you fear is real, and all you wish is perished
when all the world around is charred, here we have everything you ever cherished
***** drugs, fights and ***
money, food, water and insects*
the mutant hounds of the apocalypse screech and howl
as you sit back in a freshly perfumed bath towel
watching old TV adverts of a world gone by
an era decimated in the blink of an eye
stretch back and sip that brilliant post-war champagne
please ignore the screams and mysterious stains
no one ever leaves, no one ever tells,
welcome traveller to
Tranquility Lane Hotel.
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