Lletres: Rob Zombie. Educated Horses. Let It All Bleed Out.

(One time I saw her flip into a cab driver, cut out her cancer with a rusty butter knife.)

BLEED - BLEED - BLEED IT OUT - YEAH!

A rat on the scraps,
Jaws to the fossil,
Turn into conventional man, yeah!
(conventional man, yeah!) [x3]

Persistance of the system,
Acccumilate collection like a
Hype show on the surface,
(On the surface) [x3]

Let It All Bleed Out