Sweating,freezing,itching,bleeding
Self-styled poision,a lethal meaning
Face down,helpless in 48 hours

Sickness

Pulling your hair out
Your legs kicking straight out
This is the closest to death you will be

Sickness

Revolting,distorting,
And changing for worsened
No one will recognize
Exactly what is wrong
You are denying
And lying

No truth-pull up, you've lost old friend's
They'll never return again
Even when your senses return again
Again

Sickness
Self desired
Self assured
With staff infection

Nauseous and bloated
Your best behind you now
Irritate,amputate
Four burning lines
A blood-coated ending to your life's story

Sickness

Paranoia,schizophrenia
Resembling a picture of disabled fear
The future is pestilence under your skin

Sickness

As gravity pulls you down and then under,
The pain, it increases with every step you're begging for the ending
The dragon is sending you messages
From the grim reaper's plans

Sweating
Freezing
Itching
Bleeding
Self-styled poison,a lethal meaning
Face down and helpless
Terror engulfs us
The sickness that saved us
Is killing us now

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JIMMY BOWER, JOE FAZZIO, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO