Sweet Epiphany
The preacher sugarcoats the past in prayer
The politician sold tomorrow for a chair
No, they don't recognize the turning skies
Content to stall and play connect the dots on the horizon
Seeing what they want to see
But never have they seen the forest for the trees
I'm the boy who's searching for salvation
Lumped in with his generation, guilt-tripped by association
On this night alive with stars
I've found that constellations won't tell you who you are
Oh sweet epiphany
Set me afire and set me free
Black and white, right and wrong
We've held these truths to be self-evident
But now I see
They're made up as we go along
This is where you lie when you are cursed
When you have fled the fire, but there's no room up above
The professor thinks I'm spoiled by the sun
While the anchorwoman says, "We don't know times won't get worse"
It makes my blood run cold
These lies that we've been told, these lives that we've been sold
Oh, sweet epiphany
Set me afire and set me free
Black and white, right and wrong
We've held these truths to be self-evident
But now I see
They're made up as we go along
And I believe that heaven
Is always going to depend on where the hell you started from
Where you started from, where you started from
Where you started from
Where you started from, where you started from
Where you started from
The politician sold tomorrow for a chair
No, they don't recognize the turning skies
Content to stall and play connect the dots on the horizon
Seeing what they want to see
But never have they seen the forest for the trees
I'm the boy who's searching for salvation
Lumped in with his generation, guilt-tripped by association
On this night alive with stars
I've found that constellations won't tell you who you are
Oh sweet epiphany
Set me afire and set me free
Black and white, right and wrong
We've held these truths to be self-evident
But now I see
They're made up as we go along
This is where you lie when you are cursed
When you have fled the fire, but there's no room up above
The professor thinks I'm spoiled by the sun
While the anchorwoman says, "We don't know times won't get worse"
It makes my blood run cold
These lies that we've been told, these lives that we've been sold
Oh, sweet epiphany
Set me afire and set me free
Black and white, right and wrong
We've held these truths to be self-evident
But now I see
They're made up as we go along
And I believe that heaven
Is always going to depend on where the hell you started from
Where you started from, where you started from
Where you started from
Where you started from, where you started from
Where you started from
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Reynolds Cassman
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