In 1961 at ten PM 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
Thirty five miles down the road Two 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 thoughtsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
