Sickness

Sickness
Chester Bennington solo

All my heart,
and I'm feeling.
Sorry for myself.
In your arms,
I am drowning,
like the child I was.

(chorus)
I need more,
can you hear me.
Feed my sin.
Come and get me.
It's calling
calling, calling, calling me.

In disguise,
falling freely,
down the burn my head,
so much more,
for hope thats dreaming.
Frustration settles in,

(chorus)
I need more,
can you hear me.
Feed my sin.
Come and get me.
It's calling
calling, calling, calling
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.