Phlebotomized Preach Eternal Gospels
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?
