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