Big Wiggly Style

Condemned
My regret is not writing more for you, Lord
As this ocean comes to be deeper
Our vessel becomes less stable

Look to the sky
[Encourage the elements of God]
Rather than the jars that contain them
[If only the ingredients of man were of such elements]

If only, if only

With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others
All live off the lust and misfortune of others
This is vision, not contradiction
I see greed in the face of a priest
And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals
Cathedrals
What was right, now wrong
Casts a cold reflection on glory
On glory
On glory
On glory

Look to the sky