or
Rob Zombie

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.

Written by SCOTT HUMPHREY, ROB ZOMBIE
Published by BUG MUSIC

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