"EPIDEMIC" genre: Industrial Rock
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	A rip-roaring sonic mindblow. Ghosts in the machine generate seductively infectious hooks. Syrens & Banshees & Scanners, oh my! Music of the bastard child of Buckley & Reznor suckled by Mariah Carey (prosthetically, of course.)
	Credits: Belladonna - Vocals & Keyboard; Berio - Drums; Programming/Lyrics; Belladonna/Music & Lyrics
	Story Behind the Song Walked to the door; opened it; picked up the newspaper; read it. Need we say more? Lyrics EPIDEMIC scanned thru your device sterile as a lab of mice you know as well as me listen, you don't need x-rays to see i've got nothin' up my sleeve, but time buzzin' like a honeybee with a hive in me itchin' to get out infect everyone i see epidemic you better call your insecurity guards see this whole damned place collapsing like a house of cards buzzin' like a honey bee with a hive in me itchin' to get out infect humanity with an epidemic infect everyone i see won't you kiss my apocalypse? (my grip is starting to slip . . .) you can't control me with your microchip you can't control someone who's got no soul we're all fallin' down the rabbit hole you can't control . . . i got no soul

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