Sermons From. Pt.1 by Rileysgenres Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My left eye twitching from these sleepless evenings
Figured I'd die sooner abiding under the son of uncles, my brother
My deprivations run asunder, under the covers
The under-comer, under impressions garnered by upstarts
In a single word I am precarious
Nature alienated by tunnel visioned bubble dwellers of Fenland
Say I'm disrespecting where I'm from
Along monotonous villages, cities, villages, villages, roads
I've pictured untold stories like myself
Binded by lies of the closed minded
Minding your business blindly like Williams
That's exactly who I'm not among
Where I belong is distant like pastures
Halted only by red in a flash
But my whip lashes me back into persistence
Infliction from self confliction
Progress me farther than rural visions
Where the grass is greener, Ironic conceive it
No wonder why these people backwards and never believe it
But leave it I must
My father entrusted me the richer kid
Richer in mind and spirit
Richer experience living within it
Living within me are the limits and boundaries
For making a living from lyrics
Though contingent it's slim, comparing mice to men
[Verse 2]
Where'd you say you come from again?
Oh yeah, forgetting it's Fenland
The phantom region on maps will be hidden
Where'd you say you come from again?
My point exactly, ambitions never broken out of a pen
Or anything for that matter my friend
It's central nowhere essential to keep your wares and wits
A scream will distance eventually imperceptibly, reciprocating alien themes
With an alien replication of dreams
In a disposition for fame registered barely by peers
Let me take it back like tears
Question my purpose
Do I love it or hate it?
It made and breaks me at furthest
Determined to determine my future
Turning like tables for learning
Presenting sermons from the furtive
[Outro]
Where'd you say you come from again?
Where'd you say you come from again?
My left eye twitching from these sleepless evenings
Figured I'd die sooner abiding under the son of uncles, my brother
My deprivations run asunder, under the covers
The under-comer, under impressions garnered by upstarts
In a single word I am precarious
Nature alienated by tunnel visioned bubble dwellers of Fenland
Say I'm disrespecting where I'm from
Along monotonous villages, cities, villages, villages, roads
I've pictured untold stories like myself
Binded by lies of the closed minded
Minding your business blindly like Williams
That's exactly who I'm not among
Where I belong is distant like pastures
Halted only by red in a flash
But my whip lashes me back into persistence
Infliction from self confliction
Progress me farther than rural visions
Where the grass is greener, Ironic conceive it
No wonder why these people backwards and never believe it
But leave it I must
My father entrusted me the richer kid
Richer in mind and spirit
Richer experience living within it
Living within me are the limits and boundaries
For making a living from lyrics
Though contingent it's slim, comparing mice to men
[Verse 2]
Where'd you say you come from again?
Oh yeah, forgetting it's Fenland
The phantom region on maps will be hidden
Where'd you say you come from again?
My point exactly, ambitions never broken out of a pen
Or anything for that matter my friend
It's central nowhere essential to keep your wares and wits
A scream will distance eventually imperceptibly, reciprocating alien themes
With an alien replication of dreams
In a disposition for fame registered barely by peers
Let me take it back like tears
Question my purpose
Do I love it or hate it?
It made and breaks me at furthest
Determined to determine my future
Turning like tables for learning
Presenting sermons from the furtive
[Outro]
Where'd you say you come from again?
Where'd you say you come from again?