Courts - MARXEZX

Into Your courts we come Deep in our hearts we long to be Near to the throne of Your glory As we draw near to You Know that You're here To do Your will God how we long to be near to You May our praise Be like incense rising Unto Your throne May our songs Be a fragrance unto You May our lives Be as pleasing offering In all that we do Oh God how we long To be near to You

I'm wide awake Mind so woke 'cause my brain never pushed the brakes I'm wide awake Eyes so open that my vision is as sharp as a blade I'm wide awake Movin' and groovin' and I ain't ever losin' the pace I'm wide awake Mind so woke 'cause my brain is as sharp as a blade I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm wide awake (Anybody sleeping?) I'm wide awake Mind so woke 'cause my brain never pushed the brakes I'm wide awake Eyes so open that my vision is as sharp as a blade I'm wide awake Movin' and groovin' and I ain't ever losin' the pace I'm wide awake Mind so woke 'cause my brain never pushed the brakes I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm wide awake

I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine Name in print, tongue, t-shirts and minds Thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things Define paradigms, or curate no livin' days With high thread counts and staircases high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it My thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it Yeah, people die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm building I got no love for the living With my thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you fuckin' hippie Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels To have thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it From the hands of my mother, said I'm master of my craft With the thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Ya know Socrates died in the fuckin' gutter!

Almost, almost, almost, almost, almost had to start a fight Don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know how to react so I won't What do, what do, what do, what do you do when you are provoked? When does, when does, when does, when does, when does Something start being a joke? Caught up, caught up, caught up, caught up in our morbid modern lives Adapt, adapt, adapt, adapt to the void then if you must And to, and to, and to, and to just prefer the status quo What if, what if, what if, what if I've got Tired of being polite? Why am I searching for reason? I'm in the chaos dimension Reasons eclipsed by tension I want, I want, I want, I want not to feel numb about death Finding, finding, finding, finding peace is not an easy task Breathing, breathing, breathing, breathing to see if there's any left Reading, reading, reading, reading about How many people died and Can someone tell me the reason? I'm in the chaos dimension Trapped in a brutal invention If it stops, I'm If it stops, I'm If it stops, I'm having a bad dream In and out of patience I just can't keep it around Most of mine's been taken Is there a finite amount? Had a little love (But I gave it to you) Now someone's at my door (And he needs some too) Lighting up my phone (Darkening my mood) And all I got left is This shit attitude At least music is playing in my head If it stops, I'm If it stops, I'm If it stops, I'm having an unshakable nightmare In and out of patience Don't have enough to share Sometimes on life itself I'm neither here nor there The MTA (Took the first of it) Twenty-minute delay (Wasn't the worst of it) So hot underground (You could burn to death) Now you're right on time to Take what I got left Funky music playing in my head If it stops, I'm If it stops, I'm And if it stops, I'm counting On you...