Eleven days and seven hours
I'm counting the flow the loss
The time that flies the death the flowers

Dreams that become my own cross

Two steps behind me the dyer maker

Walking around in my room
A breath of mould whispers "you creator
of revolution and doom"


Didn't think you would find me in here
Tried to leave but there's nothing out there


You told the truth I'll be dead forever
You said there's no love in my world

At my doorstep you laughed as ever
I thank you for letting me know


In my black room
Revolution and doom
In my black room

Revolution and doom
In my black room
Revolution and doom