My revolution dies straight from the wound to the soil Didn't need long enough to be named Did need long enough to be mourned Shadow mirror on the wall looking at my reflection Seven long years to endure to my resurrection If I'd sail the seven sees would you still be here for me When I found my way back home My execution fails left to the chariots of the switch Burning the flesh and staging more like a phoenix I've opened your throne Father carry her for me For I lack of empathy