Asylum
Crass Lyrics


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I am no feeble Christ not me.
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body.
Christ forgive.
FORGIVE?
I vomit for you Jesu.
Shit forgive.
Down now from your cross.
Down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide, petulant child.
Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy.
I vomit for you.
Forgive?
Shit he forgives.
He hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extend of his vision, his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary, death reveller, rake, rapist, lifefucker,
Jesu, earthmover,
Christus, gravedigger, you dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of gore, enigma.
You carry the standard of your oppression.
Enola is your gaiety.
The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight the nails are your only trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer.
The cross is the virgin body of womenhood that you defile.
You nail yourself to your own sin.
Lamearse Jesus calls me sister there are no words for my contempt, every woman is a cross in is filthy theology, in his arrogant delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me.
Fearfucker.
Share nothing you Christ, sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death.




You are the ultimate pornography, in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
JESUS DIED FOR IS OWN SINS, NOT MINE

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Crass's song "Asylum" are a scathing critique of Christianity and its central figure, Jesus Christ. The singer of the song declares that they are "no feeble Christ," rejecting the idea of a savior who meekly accepts his own suffering. Instead, they turn the tables on Jesus, demanding that he "forgive" them for the sins of humanity while simultaneously vomiting and defecating in his presence. The singer sees Jesus not as a source of forgiveness and redemption but as a cruel and oppressive figure, responsible for atrocities like the Holocaust and the bombing of Hiroshima. They reject Jesus's supposed message of love and instead see him as a "fucklove prophet of death" who is obsessed with violence and domination.


The song is a powerful statement on the role of religion in society, and the ways in which it can be used to justify and perpetuate violence and oppression. By turning the tables on Jesus and rejecting his supposed authority, the singer suggests that we should question the dominant narratives that shape our understanding of the world. They refuse to accept a religion that is used to justify war, genocide, and patriarchy, and call for a new way of thinking that is based on empathy, compassion, and justice. "Asylum" is a reminder that we should never blindly accept the stories we are told, and that we have the power to challenge oppressive systems and create a better world.


Line by Line Meaning

I am no feeble Christ not me.
I am not a weak Christ. I am not like the Christ who is hanging on the cross above me, enjoying his suffering.


He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body.
He hangs on the cross, enjoying his pain and suffering, while overlooking my own body on the ground.


Christ forgive.
Christ, please forgive me.


FORGIVE?
Are you really going to forgive me?


I vomit for you Jesu.
I am so disgusted that I am vomiting for you, Jesu.


Shit forgive.
Even if you try to forgive, it's not worth anything.


Down now from your cross.
Get down from your cross.


Down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide, petulant child.
Stop acting as if you are above everyone else, including the childish decision to kill yourself.


Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy.
Get off your high horse and stop acting like royalty or a goat.


I vomit for you.
I'm so disgusted that I'm vomiting because of you.


Forgive?
Are you really going to forgive me?


Shit he forgives.
Even if he tries to forgive, it's not worth anything.


He hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extend of his vision, his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He is enjoying his suffering while he is nailed to the cross, thinking about violence, guilt, sin, and other things that make him feel like a man.


He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary, death reveller, rake, rapist, lifefucker, Jesu, earthmover, Christus, gravedigger, you dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of gore, enigma.
He would like to put my body on the cross, which shows that he has a fascination with death, rape, and taking away life. He thinks he is the master of these horrific things, and is responsible for digging the pits of Auschwitz and the guilt of what happened in Treblinka.


You carry the standard of your oppression.
You represent the oppressive forces that exist in the world.


Enola is your gaiety.
You are happy with the destruction caused by the use of the Enola Gay plane.


The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight the nails are your only trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer.
You find joy in the bodies of the people who died in Hiroshima, and the nails on the cross are your only hope. Hold onto them with your lifeless body, since that's what I have had to suffer through.


The cross is the virgin body of womenhood that you defile.
The cross represents the virginity of women, which you are defiling.


You nail yourself to your own sin.
You are the one responsible for your own sins.


Lamearse Jesus calls me sister there are no words for my contempt, every woman is a cross in his filthy theology, in his arrogant delight.
Jesus calls me sister, but I have nothing but contempt for him. To him, every woman is like a cross that he can use for his own pleasure and arrogant satisfaction.


He turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me.
He is afraid of me and won't even face me.


Fearfucker.
You are only interested in having sex with those who are scared of you.


Share nothing you Christ, sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death.
You are a Christ who has nothing to share, who is impotent and can't love. Instead, you are only a prophet of death.


You are the ultimate pornography, in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
You represent the ultimate form of pornography that is based on fear of the vagina, penis, men, women, unfairness, and warfare. These are the things you thrive on.


JESUS DIED FOR IS OWN SINS, NOT MINE
Jesus died for his own sins, not for mine.




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