Morality is plain to see
Without dogma or bended knee
You, me, we three
Every man for himself
Tune this tune into
A lifetime that I have been through
Therapy for little ol' me
And hopefully a new view
Morality is plain to see
Without dogma or bended knee
You, me, we three
Every man for himself
Holy, rusted
But you can still put your trust in
Me
Morality is plain to see
Without dogma or bended knee
You, me, we three
Every man for himself
Admission of the unexplained
Memory retained or planted
Or taken for granted
Admission of the unexplained
Memory retained or planted
Or taken for granted
Holy, rusted
But you can still put your trust in
Me
And stand on my back
But don't forget I'll build back
I'll build back again
I'll build back again from nothing
From nothing
Morality is plain to see
Without dogma or bended knee
You, me, we three
Every man for himself
Spirits, gods or weakened states
Echoes of fates that you fear
Transmitted electronically, now sonically
Chilling all that you hold dear
Holy, rusted
But you can still put your trust in
Me
Holy, rusted
But you can still put your trust in
Me
Holy, rusted
But you can still put your trust in
Me