As I stand here in my room
And repeating it to myself
It becomes less and less
{chorus} Oh, of a revelation
It becomes a degradation
{bridge} And the way you didn't talk to me
I couldn't help but be puzzled to see
Cause I thought we were in it now
For a while
And the days become emptier
As my eyes become heavier
All I want to do
Is sleep
{chorus} And this life I bought for me
Turns into complacency
And I'm spinning
Like a Russian Revolver
But nothing comes from silence now
And I need to learn just when to bow
My head and close my eyes before
The next time