Straight To The Bottom

150 roses and a piece of your dream
marched last night without stopping
I gave my best city
They were falling next to the road
sweaty champions
with extinct look
I’m coming to you as a phantom of freedom and therefore
Show me what you got
I come to you as a phantom of freedom to take you
straight to the bottom
Lousy hidden desire, distant goal
Routine balancing of accounts for monkey faces
Provincial bar with a song at finish
The night was kicking
I fell asleep on open book
Chained conscience in gold edition
And when you wish to come back take a look
your shadow soggy with loneliness
On the window, in the mirror, in front of the door
I’ve seen rage of tough guys

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