Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
A quick drop off of a new cache while at work. Had to drive out this way and I thought, "Well this place needs something". Eagles songs in my head, good tunes on the radio, I felt a cache was in order.