Evening darkness, pull up a chair Second round already, nobody cares The bartender pours it heavy Says this one's on the house And the neon sign above the bar Buzzes on and off like a dying star I should've stopped But I didn't Beneath the sound of the sickness The restless nights I've walked before Toward a bar I don't recall Somebody bought a round of shots We toasted to Disturbed, as we were And my eyes grew heavy, heavy, heavy As I watched the whole room spin I should've gone, but I ordered another glass of gin Beneath the sound of the sickness And in the bathroom light I saw My own face looking kind of raw Somebody asked me if I was alright I said, “Best I've felt all night” The room was tilting sideways gently Like a boat out on the sea I watched the walls As they watched me I let it ride (let it ride) I let it ride (let it ride) I LET IT RIDE (LET IT RIDE) No, no, no... RISE UP, COME ON, ANOTHER ROUND FOR EVERYONE RISE UP, COME ON, THE NIGHT'S BARELY BEGUN NO PLAN, NO LIMIT, JUST THE BOTTLE AND MY PRIDE I HAVE BECOME THAT DAMN GUY WHO SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME I'm fine. I'm good. Really, I'M GOOD. I just need some air. I need to sit down for a moment. The room is not moving. No, no... Is the room actually moving? ... Oh, hell no. The room is moving. The room is moving really, really fast!!! “OH, GOD—” And the room cheered and clapped a bit For a thing they should've stopped The bartender just shook his head And wrote another one down Another night Another fool Who found the floor And the wisdom of the evening Always comes a little late When the bottle's empty And you've already sealed your fate So roll on, morning Keep whatever's left And whisper low So nobody knows The sound of the sickness The sound of the sickness The sound of the sickness
