Sickness

It's coming down the mainline

Coming on like prime time

It blinks at you like a neon sign

But the shit and the mud and the dirt

It sticks

I've got a call on the other line

It's just the boss telling me I'm fine

Am I a law breaker

Soul shaker

Or a pussy little singer

With nothing to hide

Here comes the sickness

It's calling you home

Here comes the sickness

Wrap your arms around me

And I'll take you all the way now

Cause this is sickness

You're my (next) mistress

Don't wanna miss this

Cause this is sickness

I've got a cellar of fine wine

Just pop one more

And you'll feel sublime

Am I a lawbreaker

Soulshaker

Heart breaker

No I'm the sickness

You wanna run

You run as fast as you can

I'm calling

I'm like an open sore

With a rotten core

They've got me photocopied

Faxed, filed and e-mailed

So don't stop digging now

You're only half way out

This hole gets bigger by the day

Don't put your shovel down

So raise your voice up high

And scream a war cry

Say "I'm too young to die

for this rich mans lie"

Raise your voice up high

And scream a war cry

Live within the moment

Get back on the downtime

You want it all but it takes some time

Regime change is a state of mind

But who needs "freedom"

When you've got no arms or legs?

This is sickness