Text: Dream Theater. Score. 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