The Sickness

Wew Here we go again, get up A little somethin' for your earhole, get up baring a part of my soul again, get up Disturbed in the house, were droppin' plates You said it couldn't be done Told me that it's the kind of battle That just couldn\'t be won,

Tell me exactly what am i supposed to do Now that i have allowed you to beat me Do you think that we could play another game Maybe i could win this time I kind of like the misery you put me through Darlin\' you can trust me completely If you even try

So, are you breathing Wake up, are you alive Will you listen to me I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now Someone is gonna die When you listen to me Let the living die, Let the living die (say) Disturbed Are you breathing now Do the wicked see you

Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference and gets stupified I've been waiting my whole life for just one fuck And all I needed was just one fuck How can you say that you don't give

Can you feel that? Ahh shit... 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

You are enemy You are my hated enemy I am enemy Number one-rated enemy I'm labeled enemy I am your mortal enemy My actions enemy Make me your bitter enemy All the world around enemy, They're tearin' up the ground enemy, They're drawn in by the sound,

Feel Something Again Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Feel Something Again Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Feel Something Again Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Feel Something Again Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Rahk Reject Are You No One Feel You Nothing You Kno

(Shout! Shout!) Let it all out These are the things I can do without (Come on) I'm talking to you (So come on) (Shout! Shout!) Let it all out These are the things I can do without (Come on) I'm talking to you (So come on) In violent times... You shou

Get psycho, I wanna get psycho, Get psycho, I wanna, wanna, wanna I wanna get psycho, Run you little bitch, I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot, meaning of life. It's not enough to have a little taste, I want the whole damn thing an' no

Shout! [Chorus] Heavy! You want it heavy! Heavy! I want it heavy! Gather your pathetic masses and bring them to me To a world devoid of lie To another time, to another place And then the broken ones tastes my misery Rip away her disguise and you will