Dust: Pure Gold (Instrumental)
He that dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High, shall abide under the shadow of his wings.
Lyrics
This anointing got me private, this anointing got me silent , anointing, im on fire, fire. Fire
Verse One (Exodus 30:1-6)
I been concealing, my secrets, keeping things from the wicked, for uses against me
Might try to peel me, no never, spirit’s work, no imitation, from the stretchers
Pure cacia, vachellia, fadherbia, swirling up, on early rush, at the table,
With plans trying to murder us, they won’t get no further than we let them
Look at my eyes steaming like a kettle, auxiliary, ability, sparking into me, psychosis
With laws that give me purpose, so pause, make an altar to build and light incense on.
SANCTIFY OUR TRUST. SANCTIFY OUR ROCK. HOLY. YES THE ONLY ONE
FROM THE WOMB MY SON, WAVE NOW, SAY NOW,
