Blood Sound - Everything Is Always In The Past lyrics

Draw a mirror Put it on the wall In this place where I'll be gone In a minute or two The way you fold the new clothes With your withered hands I keep giving it back To the weak, unknown, unkissed, and lost A past life of screaming Who's the one to draw the line? Is it mine? And the fate of your life flashes by In a minute or two The way you unfold your hands At the sight of a cross I keep taking it back From the weak, unknown, but what's the cost?