Rob Zombie - Transylvanian Transmissions lyrics

I was waiting for you

... what's wrong?

Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment

Your eyes

... what's wrong?

Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment

Your eyes

This idea is Sufficiently Plausible in an attempt to account for the phenomenon,

the sickness and the sentence of blood.

I could no longer struggle, every moment threatend to be the last - there was pain,

dizzines, and profuse bleed 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

The vision comes and goes but tonite, i saw very clearly

The vision comes and goes but tonite, i saw very clearly

Very deeply