Get Down With the Sickness

Disturbed


Drowning deep in my sea of loathing

Broken your servant I kneel

It seems what's left of my human side

 Is slowly changing in me

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

Get up, come on get down with the sickness

Open up your hate, and let it flow into me

You mother get up

You fucker get up

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

It seems that all that was good has died

And is decaying in 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

(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

Why did you have to be such a bitch

Why don't you,

Why don't you fuck off and die

Why can't you just fuck off and die

Why can't you just leave here and die

Never stick your hand in my face again bitch

FUCK YOU

I don't need this shit

You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore

How would you have to see how it feels mommy

Here it comes, get ready to die


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