Disturbed

(Malevolent criminal, I)
(When the vision paints my mind)
(Cross the invisible line)
(And you'll be paid in kind)
[REPEAT]
HIT IT!
HA HA
HA HA
HA HA
Criminal
The suffering
It makes me think like a
Criminal
The suffering
When we're alone
Criminal
The suffering
It makes me think like a
Criminal
The suffering
When we're alone
Typical enough for me
That I burn inside in agony
What power will enable me
TO bury my vision
The hunger coming over me
As I learn to hide the agony
To make a final remedy
To close the door once and for all
[CHORUS]
In a world that I don't want to know
With a message that I never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Don't tell me I can not go
With a wound that refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
(it seems the whole experience is)
Terrible and crippling
The pain is much more than
Physical beyond belief
When we're alone
Typical enough for me
And I burn inside in agony