Down With the Sickness Songtext
von Disturbed

Are you down with the sickness, my brothers and sisters, my blood?
Then why don′t you show me?
You with me?

Ah, shit
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

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 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 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 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, ah-oh

Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don't do it, you′re hurting me, ah-oh
Why did you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you? I need you to 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!
Would you like to see how it feels, mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die

Oh, ah-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, get down with the sickness
You fucker, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me

Say our name with me one time, Los Angeles
We are (Disturbed)
We are (Disturbed)
We are (Disturbed)
We all are (Disturbed)

You've been fucking great
You continue to spread the sickness
Together, we will infect the world
We will see you this summer
When we headline the second stage at Ozzfest 2001
Much respect to you, LA, peace