Ready, set, one, two, three, four The word of the cross is foolishness For them that perish The word of the cross is foolishness We are carried over Not in our real selves Not in the froth stirred The impact of beings around us We are warmed by fire Not by the smoke of the fire My soul is hidden Even from myself, I can't see it Even from too close, nor can I see My own eyes, I know I have eyes We are warmеd by fire Not by the smoke of thе fire The word of the cross is foolishness For them that perish The word of the cross is foolishness My soul can also reflect itself Mirror it's own activity Mirror of words and actions My being partly manifests what is seen We are warmed by fire Not by the smoke of the fire The word of the cross is foolishness The word of the cross is foolishness For them that perish Words outside myself are dead things Quickly gone the hidden life Quickly accomplished acts outside Much depends on the soul itself remains We are warmed by fire Not by the smoke of the fire My own eyes, I know I have eyes (My own eyes, I know I have eyes)