At the midnight hour a vacancy sign blares on
Insanity awaits as the forsaken are drawn, into
a nightmare of unrelenting dread. Behind the
walls of a structure that was built for the dead.
The corrupt who attempt to escape to this place
are no more than parasites living a life of disgrace
reality holds no bearing here, there is litte connection
to Gods plan. Like a plague unleashed upon the earth
it's sole purpose is the destruction of man.
So if you are on the run from justice with blood
on your hands my advise to you is this, stop
on by the Diablo Motel where you can
disappear into the abyss.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
At the midnight hour a vacancy sign blares on
Insanity awaits as the forsaken are drawn, into
a nightmare of unrelenting dread. Behind the
walls of a structure that was built for the dead.
The corrupt who attempt to escape to this place
are no more than parasites living a life of disgrace
reality holds no bearing here, there is litte connection
to Gods plan. Like a plague unleashed upon the earth
it's sole purpose is the destruction of man.
So if you are on the run from justice with blood
on your hands my advise to you is this, stop
on by the Diablo Motel where you can
disappear into the abyss.
The day comes when we must all
pay for our transgressions.
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