Down With the Sickness

You feel that?
Aw, shit

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken, your servant I'm built (Put together to make)
Seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me (Put together to make)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
I don't know
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 (Put together to make)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me (Put together to make)
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Now 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, oh
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don't do it, you're hurting me, oh
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
I hope you like to see how it feels, mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die

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 become of me