Big Wiggly Style
Mike Hranica
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