For those who don't believe in another life
Living in dreams of now and forever
In the same bed of roses and thorns
Bloodied hands and white scars
Peering through the looking glass
Leaving crimson prints in crystal
For those who don't believe in the past
Echo, echoing into the void
Like lace in the wind
Missing those hidden memories
In the recesses of the mind
Unexpected resurfacing
For those who don't believe in another life
Where natural becomes forbidden
In the frailty of time
