Bad Morals of Keys

A lot of the times you'll write for me,
Speaking falsely of the morals of Keys.

A lot of times you'll doubt of me, 
And keep things believed to see unseen.

And she was lost, and he was clean,
Washed in a holy water stream,
Deep fried in oil and toxic chlorine,
Passing by without dreadful screams.

A lot of times you'll compose me,
Into things that aren't so clean.

A lot of times you'll leave me,
And keep these fragile words as they seem.

And her intentions were as they seem,
And he was washed in holy water streams,
Deep fried in toxic love scenes,
Passing by, avoiding streams.

A lot of times I'll hurt him,
A lot of times he'll hurt me,
And is it all the worthy,
If it's all just bad morals of Keys?