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, bearing no mark, of a human hand.
Writer(s): Rob Zombie, Scott Humphrey
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