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 are resolved?
Nothing is more idiotic and 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
Buying oneself out once more, absurd insanity
Be humble and generous, donate thy money and 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 and 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?
Poor minds encased with the guilt,
no reversion as sins are committed
Believing by confessing the sins,
thy problems are resolved?
Nothing is more idiotic and 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
Buying oneself out once more, absurd insanity
Be humble and generous, donate thy money and 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 and 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?