Дистурбед Down with the Sickness

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 turning 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 fu- 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 fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me