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THE GRIP OF DISEASE
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THE GRIP OF DISEASE,
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Sometimes I feel just like jesus christ
Nailed to the cross, betrayed and crucified
A crown of thorns cutting into my skin
A palace and a throne and a kingdom of my own
Knights in armour and courtesans, maids in waiting with blood on their hands
The kings white throne(? ) cant get blood from a stone
Im falling, into the arms of nemesis
Im falling, into the grip of disease
Cold comfort is success and I can feel my blood freeze
Reason with the dust and blown away by the breeze
How cruel the stars, that shine so hard
Im falling, into the arms of nemesis
Im falling, into the grip of
Disease
Attend his masquerader(? ) and all I ever need is the truth
But the truth of it all is that theres no truth at all
Like the truth of the cry from the new born child
So why? just tell me why, does jesus cry?
Im falling, into the arms of nemesis
Im falling, into the grip of disease
Im falling, into the arms of nemesis
Im falling, into the grip of disease
Disease, disease, disease
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Sometimes I feel just like jesus christ Nailed to the cross, betrayed and crucified A crown of thorns cutting into my skin A palace and a throne and a kingdom of my own Knights in armour and courtesans, maids in waiting with blood on their hands The kings white throne(? ) cant get blood from a stone Im falling, into the arms of nemesis Im falling, into the grip of disease Cold comfort is success and I can feel my blood freeze Reason with the dust and blown away by the breeze How cruel the stars, that shine so hard Im falling, into the arms of nemesis Im falling, into the grip of Disease Attend his masquerader(? ) and all I ever need is the truth But the truth of it all is that theres no truth at all Like the truth of the cry from the new born child So why? just tell me why, does jesus cry? Im falling, into the arms of nemesis Im falling, into the grip of disease Im falling, into the arms of nemesis Im falling, into the grip of disease Disease, disease, disease
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