STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOM

 one hundred and fifty roses
 and a particle of your dreams
 marched ceaselessly last night
 I gave them my best city
 perspiring champions with extinguished eyes
 fell along the way

 I come to you as the phantom of freedom
 so show me exactly what you know
 I come to you as the phantom of freedom
 to drag you straight to the bottom

 a poorly concealed desire a far off goal
 the routine settling of accounts for ape
 faces
 a provincial ball with a song at the end
 devastated the night
 I fell asleep over an open book
 shackled consciousness in a golden
 binding

 I come to you as the phantom of freedom
 so show me exactly what you know
 I come to you as the phantom of freedom
 to drag you straight to the bottom

 and
 when you want to return
 take a look
 your shadow dazed with loneliness
 at the window
 in the mirror
 in front of the doors

 I saw the anger in coarse men
 a demonic game of rejected people
 who took their places in paradise
 honesty or power
 who praised the emperor's new clothes
 dwarfs from the front pages