Azra

Straight to the bottom

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one hundred and fifty roses
and a particle of your dreams
marched ceaslessly 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 ot freedom
to drag you straight to the boffom

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 ot rejected people
who took their places in paradise
honesty or power
who praised the emperor's new clothes
dwarfs from the front pages