What is truth and how can we begin to know it?
Does it seem to encompass all of us?
We stand apart, a people set above
Destined to forever see what we cannot ever be

Battered buildings stand as silent monuments
Deep inside our dreams we sense some meaning
We stand alone, a people set above
Destined to forever be stumbling forward blindly

As a race we will continue on again
Traveling the dusty road of time forever
Watching empires rise and fall like dust-
The stumblings of petty things called men

We stand apart, a people set above
Destined to forever be walking forwards endlessly