Down With The Sickness Chords by Disturbed

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I feel bad. _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm gonna shoot.
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Oh, what a [Ebm] minute! _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Eb] I'm down with it.
In the mercy of lonely.
_ Broken like a servant I am.
It seems that's left over my human side.
It's slowly changing _ in me.
Keep it written in me.
Looking at my own reflection.
When slowly it changes, my reality it changes.
There is no turning back now.
Keep broken after it's made.
Yeah, it's made. _
Get down _ _ _ with the sickness.
_ _ _ Open up your head and look at what I make.
Get down _ _ with the sickness.
Fuck, I get down with the sickness.
And this is what I get and I give it to me.
[Bb] I _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
can see [B] inside you the [Eb] sickness is rising.
Don't try to deny what you feel.
Keep it written in me.
It seems that all that was good has died and the sick day _ is here. _
Keep it written in me.
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's broken up the spirit.
Yeah, it's made. _
Get down _ _ _ with the sickness.
_ _ _ Open up your head and look at what I make.
Get down with the sickness.
Fuck, I get down _ _ with the sickness.
And this is what I get and I give it to [F] me.
_ _ _ _ [B] Everyone knows [F] the truth.
_ _ _ _ Everyone knows it's gonna hit.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Everyone knows it's [F] gonna hit.
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[Fm] You know what, don't do it [F] again.
Don't do it again.
I'll be a good boy.
[B] _ I promise.
No, mommy, don't hit me.
Ow!
Why [F] do you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don't do it.
You're hurting me.
Ow!
Why do you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you?
Why don't you just look up and hide?
Why can't you just look up and hide?
[B] Why can't you just leave me behind?
Never stick your hand in my face again, bitch.
[F] Fuck you!
I don't need this shit.
[Fm] Stupid, selfish, sick of nuisance [Db] fucking whore.
Would you like to see how it feels, mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die!
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_ _ _ _ _ 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 feet and let it go in your neck.
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness.
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness.
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness.
This madness has stopped, [Gb] come on, my man. _