the grip of disease

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 king can't get blood from a stone

i'm falling

into the arms of nemesis

i'm 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

i'm falling

into the arms of nemesis

i'm falling

into the grip of

disease

and all i ever need is the truth

but the truth of it all is that there's no truth at all

like the truth of the cry from the new born child

so why? just tell me why

does jesus cry?

i'm falling

into the arms of nemesis

i'm falling

into the grip of disease

i'm falling

into the arms of nemesis

i'm falling

into the grip of disease

disease

disease

disease