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 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