Running and wanna see it over.
My wish is too strong for me.
I wanna take it for me.
I see many bottles, FUCK!
They’re filled with vodka, yeah!
I wanna take them for me.
I’ve slollen one of them
And now I am drinking
With happiness I’m drinking
And I fell so strange and powerful
And I am very happy, yeah!
I am falling down with a sickness,
I am falling down with a sickness,
I am falling down with a sickness,
I have a headache but I will be better for me.
You’re a freak, go away and now be fucking off!
Don’t, don’t touch me over,
I promise I’ll kill you by a mower!
Disturbed Down with a sickness
© Copyright: Натали Васюкович, 2007
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