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Afterlife
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 And 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 its 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. In the Afterlife will dark be bright? will cold be warm?br> will the day have no night? In the Afterlife? will the blind have sight? In the Afterlife. |