Letra de Down with the Sickness (Live at the Riviera) - Disturbed

Chicago is the birthplace of The Sickness

So, let me see your fucking hands!

Can you feel that?

Ah, shit

Ooh, wah-ah-ah-ah!

Ooh, wah-ah-ah-ah!

Oh, oh! Oh, oh!

Oh, oh!

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?)

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 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 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

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?

Don't do it, you're hurting me!

Why did 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 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 like to see how it feels, Mommy?

Here it comes, get ready to die!

Ooh, wah-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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