I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)
–Disturbed/Down With The Sickness
Too sick to write. Please enjoy some late 90’s head banging while I am away.
Down, way down, with the sickness.
Can we reschedule Christmas?