I made AI write a song about where the traitors go, in the style of "Hotel California".

I love it, kek

Apologize if the formatting is weird. I'll spend some time to fix it up if it is.

Hotel GITMO

​On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of the diesel, rising up through the air.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a strange, bright light, My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night.

There he stood in the doorway; I heard the lock turn quick, And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be heaven or this could be a trick.'

Then he lit up a searchlight and he showed me the way, There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...

​Welcome to the Hotel GITMO

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face.

Plenty of room at the Hotel GITMO, Any time of year (Any time of year) you can find it here.

​His mind is twisted and warped, but his clothes are custom-made, He's got a lot of pretty secrets that the Feds have dearly paid.

How they tweet it on their social feeds, sweet treason he confessed, Some call him a villain, some say he put the nation to the test.

How they lock down the perimeter, the concrete and the wire, And all he can remember is the smell of burning fire.

So I asked the warden, 'Where's the nearest pay phone?' He just grimaced and said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since 2001.'

​And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say...

​Welcome to the Hotel GITMO

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face.

They’re living it up at the Hotel GITMO, What a nice surprise (What a nice surprise), bring your alibis.

​Screens on the ceiling, the sound of an endless drone, And he said, 'We are all just prisoners here, of the freedom we have known.'

In the master suite chambers, they gathered for the plea, They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't make him see.

​Last thing I remember, I was running for the door, I had to find the passage back to the life I had before.

'Relax,' said the guard, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!'

Badass solo/outro