Big Wiggly Style — The Devil Wears Prada

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

My time has come, my time has come Look to the sky