Let us be real, stop wearing shades
I am the light in your third eye.
You can’t tie me, liberate me.
Even the saints know this is true.
Pick up the phone
Go into the hub, just for a short time.
Don’t jump into premature conclusions
I am real and so I won’t deny it
you’re sin, and I am no saint.
I will invoke the spirit for the Lord.
But wait! If it comes, will that be the end?
Oh dearie me! Being a human is hard already,
these eyes cause me to sin, but my mind plays some scenes.
Dear Lord! Deliver me from the evil I will commit.