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