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.

What was right, now wrong
Casts a cold reflection on glory,
Glory.
On glory, on glory.

Look to the sky.