Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She once drove a Benz through the sunset, sleek and silver bright,
Now she rolls in an electric import, under dim street lights.
The grand halls echo silence, where chandeliers used to glow,
Now the master's chamber's empty, where the guests would come and go.
[Chorus]
Oh, the times are changing, in this deserted place,
What once was filled with music, now shows an empty face.
The feast has moved outside now, where the stars light up the night,
This hotel stands abandoned, where they stabbed the beast and died.
[increase intensity]
[guitar solo]
[lower intensity]
[Verse 2]
The corridors are hollow, whispers linger in the air,
Gone are the golden voices, and the people who used to care.
In the shadows of the banquet, the laughter fades away,
Leaving ghosts of memories, from a different day.
[Chorus]
Oh, the times are changing, in this deserted place,
What once was filled with music, now shows an empty face.
The feast has moved outside now, where the stars light up the night,
This hotel stands abandoned, where they stabbed the beast and died.
[Bridge]
Once a beacon of the golden age, now left in the past,
The echoes of its grandeur, replaced by silence vast.
New melodies are rising, from places yet unseen,
Crafted by unseen hands, in this digital dream.
[Bridge]
Once a beacon of the golden age, now left in the past,
The echoes of its grandeur, replaced by silence vast.
New melodies are rising, from places yet unseen,
Crafted by unseen hands, in this digital dream.
[dramatic solo]
[Verse 3]
So here we stand at the crossroads, of history and fate,
The old hotel stands quiet, as we watch and wait.
For the new tunes of tomorrow, to fill the empty halls,
In this place of broken memories, where the silent shadows fall.
[Outro]
The last thing I recall, running fast to find the gate,
Searching for the path that leads back to the golden state.
"Take your time," said the night guard, "we're programmed to let you go,
[very quiet]
You can leave here when you wish, and drift away real slow."
[acoustic guitar short solo]
[Outro]
The last thing I recall, running fast to find the gate,
Searching for the path that leads back to the golden state.
"Take your time," said the night guard, "we're programmed to let you go,
You can leave here when you wish, and drift away real slow."
[end]
