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Moral Compass

The Ism


And I bet you don't even think
Who you let control what you'll be
Need a Judge of simplicity
Up above or down underneath
Send your love up into the sky
While your brother lays there and dies
Need a Judge, some words to live by
Up above, only in your mind

Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Missing inside
A moral compass
And I know you won’t ever try
Seeing things through another’s eyes
Need a Judge to keep you in line
Up above watching from on high
Saving up your apologies
Send them up, imaginary
Need a Judge - that's not what you need
Up above, a head that's empty