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