In 1961
At 10pm










The moon was three quarters full
Of cruising down
The road to hell
A bright light in the sky
Was pouncing
Back and forth
For a mile north
Of Lincoln
A light descends
In front of them

Like a bug in the net
They snatch your souls
It's like playing
Russian roulette
They put your life
On hold
Like a bug in the net
They crush your hopes
It is a big
Pick up a knife
To control
Your thoughts
















35 miles down the road
Two hours of missing time
No memories
Of what ever good
Just a terrifying feeling
That something's wrong
The goldsberg door
Born apart, scars appears on the broken bodies
Nightmares that's horrifying, it starts to reveal itself
Like a bug in the net, it snags your souls
It's like playing Russian roulette, it puts your life on hold
Like a bug in the net, they crush your hopes
It takes the pick of a knife, to control your thoughts
Like a bug in the net, it slams your hopes
Like a bug in the net, it slams your hopes
Thank you.
You