基本介紹
- 歌曲：Grip Of Disease
- 語言：英語
- 發行日期：未知
- 歌手：The Mission
- 所屬專輯：Grains Of Sand
Grip Of Disease - The Mission
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 armor and courtesans.
Maids in waiting with blood on their hands.
The king's white throne 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
Attend his masquerader,
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 a 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
