Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Ray checked in, with bravado and charm,
A thrill-hound chasing cats, never sensing alarm.
He asked his friend’s wife to dine, just for ‘a bite,’
He let inner desire lead him to linger that night.

He dined on the edge, French champagne by the ounce,
But this bite of his life proved too much to pronounce.
‘Twas the bite he pursued—Ooo, a bite of the trim!
Tho he fed his dark desire, life took a bite outta him!

(Chorus)
First check in, my darlings, before you check out,
From the life left behind, there’s no turning about.
From the hat, worn now, to the one on the shelf,
In the rooms of The Tomb, you will surrender yourself.

(Verse 2)
Dolores came in sportin’ incense galore,
A cavalcade of mantras set to elegant score.
Outside at night, she lit candles and chants,
Then shed her fine silks; under moonlight she danced.

She asked for ascension, release from her chains,
And got it, indeed—in a way that sustains.
That’s when I stepped in, and the dance grew inspired,
Her body now lingers, but her spirit expired.

(Chorus)
First check in, my darlings, before you check out,
From the life left behind, there’s no turning about.
From the hat, worn now, to the one on the shelf,
In the rooms of The Tomb, you will surrender yourself.

(Verse 3)
Victor arrived with his nose in the air,
A hunter of status, debonair and aware.
He fancied himself as a cut above most,
Clinking his glass with each elegant boast.

Ah, but life doesn’t care for the scripts we devise,
Each ladder ascended brings sharper disguise.
Victor rose quickly, as star of his show,
But now the spotlight’s shining on him six feet below.

(Chorus)
First check in, my darlings, before you check out,
From the life left behind, there’s no turning about.
From the hat, worn now, to the one on the shelf,
In the rooms of The Tomb, you will surrender yourself.

(Bridge)
Oh, desire’s a flame, it’s the warmth from the glow,
It beckons you in closer, and it singes your soul.
A spark that feels gentle, a touch that feels right,
But float too near, and you’re lost in the light.

(Outro)
So come in, my guests, take a step through the door,
Where intrigue’s always flowin’ and we’re mixin’ up more.
Fly too close to the flame, and you’re bound to get burned,
But you’re welcome to get closer—there’s so much you can learn!