A/N I took out the abusive mother part because of obvious reasons, the biggest being that it has
absolutely nothing to do with the fic. The radio edits it out most of the time anyway, so just pretend
you're listening to AAF. This is... Draco's point of view the night he becomes a Death Eater. You
can decide whether he did it willingly or was forced to by his terrible meanie father. ^^
Disclaimer: Death Eaters (still think it sounds like a band) and Voldie belong to JKR and WB, and
"Down with the Sickness" is by Disturbed. Now on with the fic and down with the sickness!
It's burning again... My arm...
(Do you feel that?)
(Oh shit)
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
Hatred. I worship it. No one stands for hatred more than you do, which is why I joined you in
the first place. But I never thought you'd hate your own servants. I kneel down to kiss the hem of
your robes and feel you looking down on me, your inferior. I hate you for that, and the more I
hate you, the more like you I become.
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me
Home again, I return to my room, and simply stare at my own reflection in the mirror. I don't
know what I expected to see, but the same blonde hair and pale face somewhat reassured me.
Then I looked into my eyes. Cold gray, as always, capable of portraying malice, of taunting, but
never much more than that. Then I saw something I'd never seen before: they glinted silver. A
silver that seemed to scream of everything you stood for, a fire that you had lit yourself, and, I
know too late, I can never extinguish. A fire more permanent than the tatoo that only partly
symbolizes what I've become, for a tatoo is merely a mark on the outside, while the fire is taking
over everything on the inside.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I serve you to stamp out the sickness of impurity. But it seems that I have been touched by a
disease much more fatal than matters of blood, much darker and deeper.
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon ... in me
What transformed you from Tom Riddle to Lord Voldemort? Was it your weaknesses that pushed
you to gain strength? I believe it was your fear of your past that drove you to a future of
madness. As I realize this, I also realize that I've made myself a part of your future, and as I
participate in yours, mine is slowly ebbing away and being replaced by your sickness. We are
Death Eaters because of your hunger, and as we quench your hunger, we become hungry ourselves.
With every bite of life we take, the more dead we become. I thought I knew myself, but now I
must question who I am, and as I do so, I can feel myself slowly dieing.
Ooh ah ah ah ah!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Mad-ness has now come over me!
A tiny shred of humanity still lives in the depths of my mind. It clings to the edge of my sanity,
fighting not to fall into your sea of madness. But I can't do it. I can't hold on much longer. I'm
finally giving into you. Give me your power and I'll go quietly. I can finally look forward to dieing
tonight, and see it not as a death, but as an awakening to your world.
A/N Sad, is it not? Um, no, not the writing, I mean the mood of the fic itself... heh... Poor Malfoy,
don't go insane on me now, just betray him like Snape! Whoa, no, don't be like Snape... umm...
Anyhoo, PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSEEE review this so I can feel like I leaped
(literally!) out of bed at midnight to turn on the comp so I could go to lyrics.com and get the
word to the song so I could proceed to scribble furiously in my NOI for a reason... NOBODY
messes with MY inspirations! Yeah. So, anyway.... Review and flame if you must (all flames will be
donated to the burning of Lucius Malfoy... heh... I stole that from Narcissus Medjai), but at least
type SOMETHING!
Baaaaai bai!
absolutely nothing to do with the fic. The radio edits it out most of the time anyway, so just pretend
you're listening to AAF. This is... Draco's point of view the night he becomes a Death Eater. You
can decide whether he did it willingly or was forced to by his terrible meanie father. ^^
Disclaimer: Death Eaters (still think it sounds like a band) and Voldie belong to JKR and WB, and
"Down with the Sickness" is by Disturbed. Now on with the fic and down with the sickness!
It's burning again... My arm...
(Do you feel that?)
(Oh shit)
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
Hatred. I worship it. No one stands for hatred more than you do, which is why I joined you in
the first place. But I never thought you'd hate your own servants. I kneel down to kiss the hem of
your robes and feel you looking down on me, your inferior. I hate you for that, and the more I
hate you, the more like you I become.
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me
Home again, I return to my room, and simply stare at my own reflection in the mirror. I don't
know what I expected to see, but the same blonde hair and pale face somewhat reassured me.
Then I looked into my eyes. Cold gray, as always, capable of portraying malice, of taunting, but
never much more than that. Then I saw something I'd never seen before: they glinted silver. A
silver that seemed to scream of everything you stood for, a fire that you had lit yourself, and, I
know too late, I can never extinguish. A fire more permanent than the tatoo that only partly
symbolizes what I've become, for a tatoo is merely a mark on the outside, while the fire is taking
over everything on the inside.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I serve you to stamp out the sickness of impurity. But it seems that I have been touched by a
disease much more fatal than matters of blood, much darker and deeper.
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon ... in me
What transformed you from Tom Riddle to Lord Voldemort? Was it your weaknesses that pushed
you to gain strength? I believe it was your fear of your past that drove you to a future of
madness. As I realize this, I also realize that I've made myself a part of your future, and as I
participate in yours, mine is slowly ebbing away and being replaced by your sickness. We are
Death Eaters because of your hunger, and as we quench your hunger, we become hungry ourselves.
With every bite of life we take, the more dead we become. I thought I knew myself, but now I
must question who I am, and as I do so, I can feel myself slowly dieing.
Ooh ah ah ah ah!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Mad-ness has now come over me!
A tiny shred of humanity still lives in the depths of my mind. It clings to the edge of my sanity,
fighting not to fall into your sea of madness. But I can't do it. I can't hold on much longer. I'm
finally giving into you. Give me your power and I'll go quietly. I can finally look forward to dieing
tonight, and see it not as a death, but as an awakening to your world.
A/N Sad, is it not? Um, no, not the writing, I mean the mood of the fic itself... heh... Poor Malfoy,
don't go insane on me now, just betray him like Snape! Whoa, no, don't be like Snape... umm...
Anyhoo, PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSEEE review this so I can feel like I leaped
(literally!) out of bed at midnight to turn on the comp so I could go to lyrics.com and get the
word to the song so I could proceed to scribble furiously in my NOI for a reason... NOBODY
messes with MY inspirations! Yeah. So, anyway.... Review and flame if you must (all flames will be
donated to the burning of Lucius Malfoy... heh... I stole that from Narcissus Medjai), but at least
type SOMETHING!
Baaaaai bai!