Big Wiggly Style

Condemned
My regret is not writing more for you, lord
As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessels become less stable
Look to the sky
Encourage the elements of God
Rather than the jars that contain them
If on the ingredients of man were of such elements
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
What was right, now wrong
Casts a cold reflection on glory
Look to the sky