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I touched with one who made me

run away from my own soul.

In this world with its many illusions

we are moving like mice through a maze.

Now I find what's left behind

has served to make me whole.

Full of doubt, deception and delusion,

seeking purpose to all earthly days.

I search within, beneath a skin

that bears both pleasure and pain.

In a world full of constant confusion

I will not be a par to the craze.

In the Afterlife will dark be bright,

will cold be warm, will the day have no night.

In the Afterlife will the blind have sight,

in the Afterlife.

Behind closed eyes some comfort lies,

in knowing the truth never spoken.

Through this world with us, hidden conclusion,

we'll keep moving like mice through a maze.

In the Afterlife will dark be bright,

will cold be warm, will the day have no night.

In the Afterlife will the blind have sight,

in the Afterlife.