Chapel is another class
Forced upon us heartlessly
It may as well be mass
Which drags on so endlessly
Oh the tortuous noise
The monotony of it all
Why, oh why, his voice?
Droning on to the end of fall
It is repulsive to the ignorant
Just that we are all so forced
Their control over us is so blatant
Yet they show no remorse
My conclusion is as goes
This chapel is an evil thing
But only as authority shows
They continuously and unpleasantly ring
They push us away from our maker
They block us from true freedom
They are evil as a faker
And make our lives so full of glum