Astray from perspective We can not grasp our own insignificance Ignorant to aspect, we're existing only in our own image And we're blind to the future The third stone from fire, standing still In light of all this mystery, at least we exist So here lies our lunacy Relative law, existing as we persist towards the remedy Our presence and obscenity Let me enlighten you all Tuition reaches further than the truth Beyond the absolute And we're blind to the future The third stone from fire, standing still In light of all this mystery, at least we exist So here lies our lunacy Product of the middle English, we lead ourselves to believe that we've had hand in creation Although meaningless, we give ourselves purpose to survive We give ourselves a purpose to survive. In light of all this mystery, at least we exist So here lies our lunacy