Preach Eternal Gospels - Phlebotomized

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?