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Thursday, evening, old Fred Morse, our subject in the company of friends, had a plan to enjoy all that the comfort of the night had to offer. But little did he know, that he was about to embark on a trip beyond our reality, into the unknown.

Like a portal to nowhere it sucked him in
Stranded somewhere he had never been
The world around him all but disappeared
"Someone somewhere get me out of here!"

Fighting from Dusk Till Dawn
A journey too far gone
Trying to just hold on
Come on get off that lawn!

With eyes wide, he gasped and sang - and destroyed the things he held so dear. Repeating the same words like a warped record, there was no way to communicate. He was cold and scared "I'm scared!" but all his friends could do was watch as he struggled, slipping further into fear.

Fighting from Dusk Till Dawn
A journey too far gone
Trying to just hold on
Come on get off that lawn!

A pitch black fiesta
~Fighting from Dusk Till Dawn
A toast to the gods
~A journey too far gone
Told to have patience
~Trying to just hold on
And get off that lawn
~Come on get off that lawn!