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ICONS OF FILTH - Asking Too Much

Angry that I may die by anotherís hand
Feel sick that many may die ícos of one command
They wanna fuck us all up, god-given power as a cover-up
God help me
No reply, itís all a lie (their power comes from us)
Chorus: GOD HELP ME. JESUS SAVE ME. PRIEST FOR-
GIVE ME. LOVER SEE ME. ĎENEMYí LOVE ME.
MOTHER FEED ME. FATHER SHOW ME.
TEACHER LEARN ME. GOVERNMENT LEAVE
ME... OR AM I ASKING TOO MUCH?

If that day will come, then Iím told Iíll be alright
Cos Iíve been taught to beg for forgiveness all my life
Well, it better fucking work ícos I hate crawling like a jerk
Jesus save me
Shit, Iíve been conned
A respected place in the set up of the state
Is a church with a man moralising others
Pray or burn sisters and brothers, last rites as I die
Priest forgive me
Before you burn too
CHORUS.................

In a world so sick with hate and war
Thereís always someone I turn to for love and understanding
Saw only each other, now die together
Lover see me
We blinded each other (see me for myself)
CHORUS..........

As one last fling, all nations joined and began to sing
Against those whoíd sooner blow our dreams of peace away
Far too late to save anything, time to decay
ĎEnemyí love me
But we should have loved sooner (itís not too late)
Donít do this, donít do that, do this, do that,
Eat meat and be strong like dad, cute and kept in a cage
You can get used to oppression at a very early age
Mother feed me
Too late to grow my own (smother love)
CHORUS..........

In history at school, always told of wars of past
Got told to stay behind for falling asleep in class
Pissed off with a blood stained system which just cannot last
Teacher learn me
Something useful for a change
Greedy power perverted shits sitting high and mighty
Dreaming of a place in history while slowly killing Ďblightyí
You always dwell on the past and our futureís just a blast
Government leave me
íCos with you thereís no future to be had
CHORUS..................