Testo Down with the Sickness - Disturbed

Testo della canzone Down with the Sickness (Disturbed), tratta dall'album The Sickness

You feel that?
Ah, shit
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me (will you give it to me?)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes, violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turnin' back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You fucker, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel (will you give it to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me (will you give it to me?)
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes, living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You fucker, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
No, mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again, I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No, mommy, don't hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
No, you're hurting me, oh-ooh
Why do you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you, why don't you just fuck off and die?
Why can't you just fuck off and die?
Why can't you just leave off and die?
Never stick your hand in my face again, bitch
Fuck you, I don't need this shit
It's you, stupid, sadistic, abusive fucking whore
Do you wanna, do you wanna see how it feels, mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You fucker, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me



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Writer(s): David Draiman, Mike Wengren, Steve Kmak, Dan Donegan
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