Rob Zombie - Transylvanian Transmissions - Текст песни

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