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The Grip of Disease

A Mão da Doença

Sometimes I feel just like Jesus Christ Sometimes I feel just like Jesus Christ As vezes me sinto como se fosse Jesus Cristo Nailed to the cross, betrayed and crucified Nailed to the cross, betrayed and crucified Pregado na cruz, traido e crucificado A crown of thorns cutting into my skin A crown of thorns cutting into my skin Uma coroa de espinhos cortando minha pele A palace and a throne and a kingdom of my own A palace and a throne and a kingdom of my own Um palacio, um trono e um reino meu Knights in armour and courtesans, maids in waiting with blood on Knights in armour and courtesans, maids in waiting with blood on Cavaleiros em armadura e cortesães, damas a espera com sangue their hands their hands nas mãos The king's white throne(?) can't get blood from a stone The king's white throne(?) can't get blood from a stone O reis em seu trono branco não consegue tirar sangue de pedra I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis Estou caindo, nos braços de Nemesis I'm falling, into the grip of disease I'm falling, into the grip of disease Estou caindo, na mão da doença Cold comfort is success and I can feel my blood freeze Cold comfort is success and I can feel my blood freeze O conforto frio é sucesso e posso sentir meu sangue congelar Reason with the dust and blown away by the breeze Reason with the dust and blown away by the breeze A razão pe como poeira soprada para longe pela brisa How cruel the stars, that shine so hard How cruel the stars, that shine so hard Quão cruel são as estrelas, que brilham tão forte I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis Estou caindo, nos braços de Nemesis I'm falling, into the grip of I'm falling, into the grip of Estou na caindo na mão da Disease Disease Doença Attend his masquerader(?) and all I ever need is the truth Attend his masquerader(?) and all I ever need is the truth Cuide de seu disfarce e tudo que já precisei é a verdade But the truth of it all is that there's no truth at all But the truth of it all is that there's no truth at all Mas a verdade disso tudo é que não há verdade alguma Like the truth of the cry from the new born child Like the truth of the cry from the new born child Como a verdade do choro de uma criança que nasce So why? Just tell me why, does Jesus cry? So why? Just tell me why, does Jesus cry? Então porquê? Só me diga por quê, Jesus chora? I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis Estou caindo, nos braços de Nemesis I'm falling, into the grip of disease I'm falling, into the grip of disease Estou na caindo na mão da I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis I'm falling, into the arms of Nemesis Estou caindo, nos braços de Nemesis I'm falling, into the grip of disease I'm falling, into the grip of disease Estou na caindo na mão da doença Disease, disease, disease Disease, disease, disease Doença, doença, doença






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