Drowning... The sickness... Seven angels... Seven plagues... Get up. Get up. Get up. Are you ready? GET UP! Come on, get down with the sickness! GET UP! Come on, get down with the sickness! Sick-sick-sick-sick Open up your hate and feed it to me! I can see inside you, the sickness is rising. Don’t try to deny what you feel inside. It’s the gift of the plague, the end of the age. You’re mine now... Forever... It seems you're having some trouble... In dealing with these changes... UNLEASH THE SEVENTH PLAGUE! GET DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS! MADNESS! DARKNESS! SICKNESS! GET DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS! Everything that you loved is gone. The sickness has taken hold. Seven angels. Seven bowls of wrath. Now... die. Get up... Get down... IM_Y_IN_ID
