Lethargically we drag our feet to the confessional

Poor minds encased with the guilt,

no reversion as sins are committed

Believing by confessing the sins,

thy problems be resolved?

Nothing is more idiotic & naive,

than to preach eternal gospels



Just because a man is dressed in black clothing,

is he a so-called saint?

Just because a man is appointed to this position,

is he untouchable for us?



Make a contribution to what's called Christianity

Bying oneself out once move, absurd insanity

Be humble & generous, donate thy money & care

Repeatedly believed, blindly they'll preach eternal gospels



Sense the solving emptiness, drown away into deadened air

These souls shall not recede, depressed glances we absorb



Isolated from the enlightened world,

we prowl round this disowned fortress

The view is wearisome, therefore

we convent to cold, dreary beings



Sense the solving emptiness, drown away into deadened air

These souls shall not recede, depressed glances we absorb



Engraved... are disapproving reflections...

pale... bittered faces...

Indication of... a mournful atmosphere...

a futile purpose... without an end...



Normally we stroll to the confessional

Minds no longer filled with the guilt,

reversion as no sins are committed

No more confessing our sins,

the problems are resolved!

Nothing is more idiotic & naive,

than to continue to preach eternal gospels



Just because a man is dressed in black clothing,

is he a so-called saint?

Just because a man is appointed to this position,

is he untouchable for us?