Korrektiv, Korrektiv

Korrektiv, Korrektiv,
I’m saved — once for all!

The higher you fly, friend,
The harder you’ll fall.

Korrektiv, Korrektiv,
I’ve sinned — now I’m doomed!

Despair’s still more sinful
Than mercy presumed.

Korrektiv, Korrektiv,
Is there more than one path?

There are two. God’s is narrower.
You do the math.

Korrektiv, Korrektiv,
Why so muddled and gray?

Our planet hangs halfway
Twixt nighttime and day.

Korrektiv, Korrektiv,
Why so black-and-white stark?

Because gray is made up
Of true light and true dark.

Korrektiv, Korrektiv,
Do you preach the Good News?

We do, on occasion,
Drop hints — to some clues —