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