The world’s gotta get a grip on its moral values
Get rid of those coral values
They seem full of life, but they’re really dead
All just hard rock, get them outta your head

There are stuff you shouldn’t do
A respect, dignity to hold for mankind
Act your age, acknowledge your years
Only then can the underage learn,
                            along with their peers

Give them something, them to say ‘cheers!’
Tell them how, don’t be the cause for their tears
There’s a charter, a law you’ve got to adhere to
No, no, nothing you made up on your own

There’s the Creator, He’s not a Hater
Unless you decide, to reside with a debater
Going against His wishes, His will
Look, I’m not lying, I can see the
                                 pills in your bill

You’re having to pay for your demise
Your moral values, know no berg-ice
That’s how messed up, you’ve made your life
Turn back now, you’re already facing a strife

Realize, He gave you heart and mind,
So that you step away from evil’s advice,
But you don’t seem to hear,
You’re deaf now, can’t hear your
                                   own hearts’ fear

Your soul doesn’t like it, well it wouldn’t, would it?
If you handed it over to the non-Maker
So listen, perk up your ears,
Take out the earwax, shed your tears

You’ve got to right the wrong you’ve done
Change the world to something more fun
But truly so, not just play and games
So shallow and hollow,
Change it to a fresh new heart

Discipline your style,
And other mistakes you’ve made

The world right now,
Is a bitter dark place
Faith, Loyalty and Honesty’s got no place
They’ve been pushed aside you see, to make room for these -
Hatred, Betrayal and Jealousy
at the lead

Find the remains of those true trusted values,
Search up your drawers,
Dust off your adieus

Replant those seeds, in the hearts of your breeds,
Give them something, other than knobbly knees

The world needs your seeds,
They’ll die off with you, so please
When you hand over the reins
Don’t give us too many pains

Leave us a trace of goodness,
Even a single old cell,
Don’t worry we know how to work,
The Genetic counsel

We’d regrow the old good,
A complete and full clone,
We’ll take away the hood
No mystic old bone

You see now, He gave us the whole manual,
He let us do, whatever we could,
He even gave us the emergency button,
So in the end we’ll realize

That in the end, we must tell no lies
And in the hands of Him, all lies