Bug in the Net

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 thoughts