Music and Lyrics by Solomon Holmes. 
Production by Jordan Brookes.
Lyrics:

I don't hold respect for your authority,
In the same way I'm meant to know subconsciously 
That in reality it's difficult to know right from wrong 
Life just ain't that black and white, sometimes it's colourful.

Praise be to you and your disciples in your church of lies,
A sense of morality is vital but why sanitize
the good wills of those around you? Those that tow the line
It lines your pockets all the same.

Neighbor wont you lend me a hand 

We speak in tongues but do so gracefully
Do you find the words to make belief,
a relief for the ones who will follow you,
A conceit, oh come on. Praise the God of who? Whoever...

... Said that there's a rule against dishonesty
Must have lied a lot himself for that to come to be.
This hypocrisy is lost on those that hold belief
Yet it fuels their egos all the same 

This time I've found a compromise one that works for me
Disregard all their opinions, don't take it personally
I'm feeling confident, I have some certainty.
But I guess that's not quite what was asked.

Neighbor won't you lend me a hand. 

We speak in tongues but do so gracefully
But do you find the words to make belief, 
A relief for the ones who will follow you,
A conceit, oh come on, praise the God of who?

Don't expect it to feel natural at first
It takes a while for you to get your just desserts 
Just take your time, it'll all be worth it soon.
Just improvise and you will find a way out,