[Hook: Lee Green]
Eyes are a window
Window to my heart
Why do I see self, when I should see my Lord?
All else is vanity
Only one Hero
Only one God
The eyes of the people should be captured by you Lord
All else is vanity
[Verse 1: Boogalu]
Adam's in my atoms
That's the problem with my patterns
Poison in my pa**ions, possessive in my actions
Fashion is what fashion is
Just a face you put to mask the sin
Yet my frame was fashioned in his, but demoralizing
God's image inside me
Sin is violent
Imago Dei, used to be
But my Lord, my Lord, excuse me
I've been fiending for your job
Promoting me, Steve Jobs
That apple was my prized god
Open and honest, Caging glory
For my persona
I want my name up on they lips
Like Nostradamus or Madonna
Glory is that common plunder
A common sense Denominator
Dominating all my wishes
Just like Judas kisses or Lucifer
Lusting his
Nothing's his
Praise due to the Godhead
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[Verse 2: Boogalu]
But there's Achan in our atoms
That's the problem with our patterns
Poison in our pa**ions
Possessive in our trappings
But glory is what glory is
It's foolishness to capture it
Try again
With a richer click
Or a quicker pen
A bigger name
Or a slicker gem
Still then
It slips from your grasp in an ocean
Of million other men turn ghosts and
Sunk to the bottom with a gold chain
Grabbing trophies
Til' they hold fame
Huh?
But then it drowns them
Never are we willing to uncrown men
Uncrown men from our conscious
It's obvious
Every once of us
Worshiping
Every once of me
Worshiping
Like icons in my IV
Like glory's in our memory
For centuries
Like antiques
Self centered like a Selfie
We all want that Siamese
Image of a King
Without disease
Sinai in our psyches
But glory is
Never ours to keep
But honestly...
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