Look into the mirror
Seeing the shade
Coming to the fore
Sharp as a blade

Seeing the image
Broken by time
Memories of blaze
Memories of mine

See the reflection
And hear the chime
Chime of depravation
Depravation of mine

Drowning in the tide
The sound of the bell
And the stream as snide
I'm caught by this spell

As the picture fades
As the years go by
As the brain degrades
As we're going to die