Better the Epic

Sustained, we find a way of life.
Eternities will dissipate before we change our swallowed minds.
Only one, can steal this light.

Is this how it's meant to be?

No. We've got to raise our game.
No we will
Not be anaesthetized
Not be left behind.

Explained, we tell the lies we've learnt.
Fixated on the ones who don't ever seem to get burnt.

We must change, before we can explain.

I long to find silence.
In our segregation.
'Cause I believe
Closed Ears - they don't need to follow.
Everyone, they don't need to change their ways.