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

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