Earning the way to eternal life is hard. First you must listen to priests for several hours and stand up and sit down according to the schedule. Furthermore sing the right songs preciesely as prescribed.
After having eaten a small loaf of bread and drunken some juice it all continue. Now, pay attention, the kids are dancing their tribal hymn to a long forgotten God and they laugh oh how they laugh; but they are the fools. There are no turning back now. We´re on the right path – towards our eternal life – now were in the house of our lost gospel. Forgetting the world arround us and as long as our priest talks we´re all happy. We sing and light our candels cau´se as long they burn we are alive. In this house we sit and talk and dine and fuck and sleep and wait. We wait… Oh oh oh my GOD we wait. But nothing happens!!!!!!! Mum is still drunk, father apathic and everything continues as if it almost was worthless waiting. But it continues, year after year – the same, every single day, but now our fattigue hits – we are broke, lonely, full af fear and disbelief, but Oh how we were happy!!! Happy in the house of the lost gospel