Chords for Asylum
Tempo:
123.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I am no feeble Christ, not me.
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body.
Christ, forgive, forgive.
Shit, fuck, I vomit for you, Yezu.
Shit, forgive.
Down now from your cross, down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide,
petulant child, down from those [A] pious heights, royal flag-bearer, goat, billy, [E] I vomit for you.
Forgive, shit, he forgives.
He hangs in crucified delight, nailed to the extent of his vision.
His [A] cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide [E] visionary,
death reveler, rake, rapist, life-fucker, Yezu, earth-mover, [A] Christus, grave-digger.
You dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin.
Master, master of war, enigma, you carry the standard of our oppression.
Enola is your gaiety, the bodies of Hiroshima are your delight, the nails of the only trinity.
Hold them in your corpsey, gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer.
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile.
You nail yourself to your own sin.
Lame-ass Jesus calls me sister.
There are no words for my contempt.
Every woman is a cross in his filth of theology, in his arab of delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear.
He dare not face me.
Fear-fucker, share nothing with Christ.
Sterile, impotent, suckler, prophet of death.
[Bm] You are the ultimate pornography in your country.
Cops fear, man fear, [E] woman fear, unfair.
Warfare, warfare, [B] warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
[E] Jesus died for his own sin, not mine.
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body.
Christ, forgive, forgive.
Shit, fuck, I vomit for you, Yezu.
Shit, forgive.
Down now from your cross, down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide,
petulant child, down from those [A] pious heights, royal flag-bearer, goat, billy, [E] I vomit for you.
Forgive, shit, he forgives.
He hangs in crucified delight, nailed to the extent of his vision.
His [A] cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide [E] visionary,
death reveler, rake, rapist, life-fucker, Yezu, earth-mover, [A] Christus, grave-digger.
You dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin.
Master, master of war, enigma, you carry the standard of our oppression.
Enola is your gaiety, the bodies of Hiroshima are your delight, the nails of the only trinity.
Hold them in your corpsey, gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer.
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile.
You nail yourself to your own sin.
Lame-ass Jesus calls me sister.
There are no words for my contempt.
Every woman is a cross in his filth of theology, in his arab of delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear.
He dare not face me.
Fear-fucker, share nothing with Christ.
Sterile, impotent, suckler, prophet of death.
[Bm] You are the ultimate pornography in your country.
Cops fear, man fear, [E] woman fear, unfair.
Warfare, warfare, [B] warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
[E] Jesus died for his own sin, not mine.
Key:
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A
Bm
B
E
A
Bm
B
_ I am no feeble Christ, not me.
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body.
Christ, forgive, forgive.
_ Shit, fuck, I vomit for you, Yezu.
Shit, forgive.
_ Down now from your cross, down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide,
petulant child, down from those [A] pious heights, royal flag-bearer, goat, billy, [E] I vomit for you.
Forgive, shit, he forgives.
He hangs in crucified delight, nailed to the extent of his vision.
His [A] cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide [E] visionary,
death reveler, rake, rapist, life-fucker, Yezu, earth-mover, [A] Christus, grave-digger.
You dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin.
Master, master of war, enigma, you carry the standard of our oppression.
Enola is your gaiety, the bodies of Hiroshima are your delight, the nails of the only trinity.
Hold them in your corpsey, gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer.
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile.
You nail yourself to your own sin.
Lame-ass Jesus calls me sister.
There are no words for my contempt.
Every woman is a cross in his filth of theology, in his arab of delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear.
He dare not face me.
Fear-fucker, share nothing with Christ.
_ Sterile, impotent, suckler, prophet of death.
[Bm] You are the ultimate pornography in your country.
Cops fear, man fear, [E] woman fear, unfair.
_ Warfare, warfare, [B] warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
[E] Jesus died for his own sin, not mine. _ _ _ _ _
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body.
Christ, forgive, forgive.
_ Shit, fuck, I vomit for you, Yezu.
Shit, forgive.
_ Down now from your cross, down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide,
petulant child, down from those [A] pious heights, royal flag-bearer, goat, billy, [E] I vomit for you.
Forgive, shit, he forgives.
He hangs in crucified delight, nailed to the extent of his vision.
His [A] cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide [E] visionary,
death reveler, rake, rapist, life-fucker, Yezu, earth-mover, [A] Christus, grave-digger.
You dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin.
Master, master of war, enigma, you carry the standard of our oppression.
Enola is your gaiety, the bodies of Hiroshima are your delight, the nails of the only trinity.
Hold them in your corpsey, gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer.
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile.
You nail yourself to your own sin.
Lame-ass Jesus calls me sister.
There are no words for my contempt.
Every woman is a cross in his filth of theology, in his arab of delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear.
He dare not face me.
Fear-fucker, share nothing with Christ.
_ Sterile, impotent, suckler, prophet of death.
[Bm] You are the ultimate pornography in your country.
Cops fear, man fear, [E] woman fear, unfair.
_ Warfare, warfare, [B] warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
[E] Jesus died for his own sin, not mine. _ _ _ _ _