Vesta J - Sermons From. (Pt.1) 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 gra** 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?