it's an s.o.s,
sent out telepathically.
signs of our distress,
don't allow complacency.
we need restoration now,
of our integrity
and a drastic bold reminder
of our morality.
the rectifying
troop is here,
the ones we have needed
all these years,
to stop the heinous
wrongdoings,
and verify our moral
benevolence as a people.
operation,
operation rescue
they're here to right our fall,
they've heard a troubled call,
operation,
operation rescue
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder why they're here at all.
life ever-after
is what they're in business for.
see them brandish the key
to our kingdoms' door.
it's pervasive, a part of,
a part of you and me,
but not overwhelming
as they wish it to be.
if no one believed in
fairy tales,
there's nothing they could
do but fail.
yet everywhere
we look someone is trying to
reassure our moral
benevolence as a people.
operation,
operation rescue
they're here to right our fall,
they've heard someone's troubled call,
operation,
operation rescue
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder what compels them all.
operation,
operation rescue
operation,
operation rescue
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder what compels them all.