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