when you look at your reflection
and you only see perfection
the big secret is, it's a sickness
an incurable disease
how's that for an epiphany?
how's that for an epiphany?
and when you buried deep your enemies
(thinking we were dead)
you didn't know they were really made of seeds
and all your digging, your burying
gave them life instead
(gave us life instead)
how's that for an epiphany?
how's that for an epiphany?
how's that for an epiphany?
how's that for an epiphany?
