Artist: rob zombie
Song: transylvanian transmissions
{I was waiting for you
Tell me what's wrong
Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment
Your eyes
Tell me 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 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
Bearin' no mark of a human hand
{The vision comes and goes
But tonight I saw very clearly
The vision comes and goes
But tonight I saw a very clearly
Very deeply}
