Lojique - Eastern Sky lyrics

Chorus: I keep my eyes to the eastern sky Those with the mark of the beast burn, die Open the Book and we can each learn why I keep my eyes to the, I keep my eyes to the Verse 1: (Othello) Given the chance to meditate on life's purposes Worthless is as worthless does, a fuzzy image of love Turned promiscuous, when people suffer from lack of knowledge And d**h k**s, pills swallowed smoothly in the Form of ignorance, vision blurry motives might as well not even exist Plagued with sin, no system of defense Not immune to blows dealt swift battered bruised Cut and scarred for life, I lose Turn to temporary supplements to fill the void Cool and my gang celebrate before we're destroyed Now I'm running into walls and hitting like Pink Floyd 'Cause I played the role of idiot no-brainer decoy (repeat Chorus) Verse 2: (Page One) Lord, restore my life back, like sight that you gave to the blind I must have a higher calling than to be a slave to the grind Living for weekends, die for vacations, and k** for cash bonuses But still only a single emergency away from homelessness Why is my number one preoccupation The temple's preservation instead of its inhabitation? Dying of dehydration, but don't know what I thirst for Starving for revelation, but don't know what to search for What do I go to church for? 'Cause everyone goes? Worshipping God, telling Him things He already knows? Who am I? A thousand years to me is like a day to Him What could I even say to Him, that would be so profound It would earn me another j**el in my crown? But to say that I hate myself, or hesitate to affiliate myself With the Most High would insinuate that with Him I equate myself Or even elevate myself, blasphemy As for me, I'm submitting to the higher wil 'Cause when the trumpet sounds it won't be no fire drill Worked all of my life to acquire sk** There's very few humans I can truly say I admire still (repeat Chorus) Verse 3: (Othello) Sometimes I feel as if I'm casting my pearls before swine To be devoured and left behind in a pile of feces Only for me to retrieve and clean, disinfect and set aside Then placed back into my bag of tricks with my countenance Being slightly diminished, who's even listening to me as I'm ministering Probably only a small percentage I might as well just finish because I spend more time defending then uplifting In the council of sinners and left-winged religious elders The sweet smelling fragrance of myrrh was never meant to irritate or burn Cause a rash of ma**ive outbreaks all over my body And give me more reason to turn away If I was stupid, yo I would do it, but I know better to press on through it (repeat Chorus)