Ministry of certainty could never be
Set in concrete for you and me to entertain
This realty and exposure, where we all live inside the sea
And lucid, not deceptive, the person who we ought to be
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Pretty but with no sight and one working side of gears
That turn around like clockwork and make you speak the words that
Fall out whilst spinning unpredictably into a rocky ravine
They end up jumbled and impossible to hear
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Filip Oscar - Ministry of Certainty Lyrics
Filip Oscar - Ministry of Certainty Lyrics
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Ministry of certainty could never be
Set in concrete for you and me to entertain
This realty and exposure, where we all live inside the sea
And lucid, not deceptive, the person who we ought to be
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Pretty but with no sight and one working side of gears
That turn around like clockwork and make you speak the words that
Fall out whilst spinning unpredictably into a rocky ravine
They end up jumbled and impossible to hear
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Set in concrete for you and me to entertain
This realty and exposure, where we all live inside the sea
And lucid, not deceptive, the person who we ought to be
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Pretty but with no sight and one working side of gears
That turn around like clockwork and make you speak the words that
Fall out whilst spinning unpredictably into a rocky ravine
They end up jumbled and impossible to hear
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Writer: Filip Oscar
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