In 1961 at 10pm
The moon was three quarters full and cruising down the road to hell
A bright light in the sky was pulsing back n forth
But 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 takes a blink of an eye
To control your thoughts
35 miles down the road
2 hours of missing time
No memories of what have occurred, just a terrifying feeling that something is wrong
Their clothes were torn apart, scars appears on their broken bodies
Nightmares that’s horrifying, it starts to reveal itself
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 takes a blink of an eye
To control your thoughts