What's Wrong with the World

What's wrong with the world?
Is it social conditions?
Is it bad nutrition?
Is it spankings?

Maybe we work too hard
Maybe we don't work enough

It could be all this technology
It could be we don't have enough technology

The problem is promiscuity
The problem is puritanism

The problem is what's old
The problem is what's new

It's because we're so ignorant
It's an information overload

What is it?
What's wrng with the world?

It's the poor
It's the rich
It's the middle men

It's all those freaks
It's all those conformists

The problem is isolation
The problem is extroversion

We're under the shadow of colonialism
We're trapped in the flames of unguided revolution

What is it?
What's wrong with the world?

I am

I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm out of excuses
I'm just sinful

I know my obligations
I know who my work affects
Yet I am careless in my efforts

I know the holiness of love
I know the harm my own hate does me
Yet I cannot begin to count all the nights
I went to bed with murder in my heart

I have the wisdom of God at my fingertips
I am not ignorant of the righteous ways
And still I sin more with each passing hour

How can I point to the warlord
Or the addict in the gutter
Or the wealthy miser
As some wretched other?
I have less power for evil
But the miniatures of there sins
Undo me every day

If I fall to the little, everyday vices
How would I fare against true temptation?

I am what's wrong with the world
I call down the curse each day
My most righteous words condemn me

So what hope do I have
Bu the Blood of True Love?
And how can I have any right to such pride
As too deny the Heaven I did not earn on my own?

I am what's wrong with the world
And what's best in the world
Is the Blood by which I'm forgiven