Eli Miller was a legend among the New Albion party circuit. For those who religiously spent their weekends in one of the drug-fueled dance parties always appearing, the name Eli Miller was always pronounced in the most reverent of tones

If on weekends you go wild
Dress up then go out to play
Pop some pills and feed your head
And just dance the night away

If you feel it's getting stale
The same old thrill from week to week
They say Eli has the cure
The onyx ticket that you seek

Thе hidden party
All those strange old rumors that you'vе heard
It's so fierce that it blows minds
Some who go just don't return

Nothing wilder exists
It's invite only and
If you want an onyx ticket
Then Eli Miller is your man

Eli is my cousin and the thing that no one knows
Our family has a curse from very long ago
Each generation there's a chosen one who comes along
Who inherits the black rock
And their life is not that long
At 16 it begins
They disappear at night
Taken to some ballroom

Both refined and brutal wild
Dancing with the fairies
Taken night by night
What a thrill but you will drop dead from fatigue by 25

The black stone is the key
And it's in the family line
It's the beacon how they find you
And no matter how you try

You cannot lose it but
You just might loan it for a spell
It's the onyx ticket that Eli Miller sells
If on weekends you go wild

Dress up then go out to play
Pop some pills and feed your head
And just dance the night away
There's a party that's so wild

It makes mad men out of sane
Rent the black rock ticket
Go in Eli Miller's place