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Disturbed – Down With the Sickness Lyrics

Down With the Sickness Lyrics by Disturbed


[Disturbed]
Can you feel that?
Ah, s---!
Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah!
Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah!
Oh, oh! Oh, oh!
Oh, oh!

[Disturbed]
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken, your servant, I kneel (Will you give in to me?)
It seems what’s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me (Will you give in to me?)

[Disturbed]
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes, violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turning back now
You’ve woken up the demon in me

[Disturbed]
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 f-----, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Disturbed]
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel (Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me (Will you give in 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

[Disturbed]
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 f-----, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Disturbed]
And when I dream
And when I dream

Album version only:

And when I dream
And when I dream

[Disturbed]
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?
Don’t do it, you’re hurting me!
Why did you have to be such a b----?
Why don’t you? Why don’t you just f--- off and die?
Why can’t you just f--- off and die?
Why can’t you just leave here and die?
Never stick your hand in my face again, b----!
F--- you! I don’t need this s---!
You stupid, sadistic, abusive, f------ whore!
How would you like to see how it feels, mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die!

Radio, video & album version:

[Disturbed]
Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah!

[Disturbed]
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

[Disturbed]
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You f-----, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me


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