Flowers looking through their mirrors,
Red-stained blood petals on the ground.
Only another dimension to go, no exit found,
Looking at themselves with doubt.

Mirror, tell me what's right, what's wrong,
Just looking for a sanctuary without madness.
Only want to hide away from life.

And I think about how when you bloomed alright,
But lost all of eternity at night.
They were making holes in the wall,
Asking me to follow,
Wanting me to crawl to death.

I guess you never heard what happened to the dandelions.
The ones that fell to death painted red.
Which I walked through the door,
Anger and death struck me in.