Morality has fled
Chased out into the streets
Persecution of the one thing we need

It's time to face the facts, not turn our backs for once
Turning a blind eye is only living a lie
It's time to face the facts, not turn our backs for once
Turning a blind eye is only living a lie

"[...] always there will be the intoxication of power. [...] Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever. The moral to be drawn from this dangerous nightmare situation is a simple one: don't let it happen. It depends on you."

Asphyxiated, contemplating of how so many
Take so much they have for granted

Have I been forgotten?
Have I been cast out for good?
Thrown down into the gutter
Left abandoned to be washed under
Respect is earned, always expected in return
But these days it never seems to be delivered

Morality
Do you remember me?
I am Morality
Do you remember me?
Morality has fled
Chased out into the streets
Persecution of the one thing we need
It's time to face the facts not turn our backs for once
Turning a blind eye is only living a lie