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?