Rob Zombie Transylvanian Transmissions, Pt. 1 Lyrics

This idea is sufficiently plausible in an attempt to account
For the phenomenon the sickness and the sentence
Of blood
I could no longer strubble, every moment
Threatened to be the last - there was pain, dizziness and
Profuse bleeding at the pores, how is this possible
The transmission was transfusing
In a moment the sober eye of reason would detect a
Vibration in the flesh. Creeping, incoherent,
Bearing no mark of a human hand