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Mission U. K.
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Sometimes I feel just like jesus christNailed to the cross, betrayed and crucifiedA crown of thorns cutting into my skinA palace and a throne and a kingdom of my ownKnights in armour and courtesans, maids in waiting with blood on their handsThe kings white throne(? ) cant get blood from a stoneIm falling, into the arms of nemesisIm falling, into the grip of diseaseCold comfort is success and I can feel my blood freezeReason with the dust and blown away by the breezeHow cruel the stars, that shine so hardIm falling, into the arms of nemesisIm falling, into the grip ofDiseaseAttend his masquerader(? ) and all I ever need is the truthBut the truth of it all is that theres no truth at allLike the truth of the cry from the new born childSo why? just tell me why, does jesus cry?Im falling, into the arms of nemesisIm falling, into the grip of diseaseIm falling, into the arms of nemesisIm falling, into the grip of diseaseDisease, disease, disease
