Big Wiggly Style

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 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
Look to the sky
Look to the sky
Look to the sky