I want to be
                              A moral man;
                              And do all
                              The good I might.

                              Others can't see
                              What I can;
                              I'm sitting
                              On the right.

                              My convictions are
                              As hard as steel;
                              A guiding light
                              To follow.

                              Struggling against
                              How I feel,
                              I'm moral
                              When I'm hollow.

                              I hear the fools
                              Who disagree,
                              Try to tell me
                              I do wrong.

                              But they are evil
                              As can be;
                              They will not
                              Live for long.

                              I get all things
                              I desire;
                              I await my
                              Coming bliss.

                              My burdens may
                              Make me tire,
                              But there's nothing
                              That I miss.

                              I have no need
                              To hear you,
                              For I am
                              Reborn.

                              I'm on the path
                              That is true;
                              I've fixed what
                              Had been torn. 

                              Is this how
                              You want to be?
                              A moral man like me?

                              Is this how
                              You want your life?
                              Oh so free of strife?

                              Do you want
                              To be called good?
                              And tell others what they should?

                              Do you want
                              A life so blessed?
                              And always pass the moral test?

                              I tell you
                              That it's easy,
                              Not too
                              Hard to do.

                              I'll never call
                              You sleazy,
                              If you do
                              The things I do.

                              Just look in
                              The mirror,
                              And then
                              Turn your back.

                              Then it will
                              Be clearer,
                              Who you should
                              Attack.

                              The face you saw
                              Was not your own,
                              T'was the face
                              Of others.

                              And their world
                              Must be blown;
                              Our poor
                              Unholy brothers.

                              This is how
                              We prove our worth,
                              By taking 
                              All the power.

                              Man is evil
                              From his birth;
                              Before God
                              He must cower.

                              For even if
                              We harm you,
                              And fill your
                              Life with fright;

                              We need to
                              Control you,
                              For we are
                              Always right.

                              Oh, this
                              Evil world!
                              Straying from
                              God's path!

                              Our holy stones
                              Are hurled!
                              We kill with
                              Righteous wrath!

                              And to all
                              Who try to say,
                              "You live
                              "An evil lie!"

                              Tell them ours
                              Is The Way,
                              "It's you who's
                              "Going to die!"

                              Do these things
                              And you'll be saved!
                              You'll get what
                              Is deserving.

                              For righteousness
                              Is what I crave!
                              I'm doomed
                              If I'm self-serving.                               

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