Freedom

I'm coming to you, the strangest of places
fog on the bog, with no bottom or shade
i'm forever your groom, my fairest of lasses
Thoughts, like flies, are licking the window's pane
Snow on my back, i'm not older nor younger
Night is just like a lift where a poet had died
I fell asleep fat, but woke up with the hunger
Pulse is beating in veins, I yawn at the light

Mama, wake me up in the evening
Mama, so i don't miss the night
Mama, as designed, i'll be leaving
Mama, I am so tired

Storm in the eyes, wrinkles across
grey-haired hand scratches the glass
Past the fallen ideas, like probable the causes
Barely seen in the fog, branches of ages pass
Outside the pane, last station grows
Here, in the darkness, the fifth floor is mourned
Hello, My Love! Get the info
please don't miss, and have the make-up wiped off

Mama, wake me up in the evening
Mama, so i don't miss the night
Mama, as designed, i'll be leaving
Mama, I am so tired

FREEEEEEEEDOM!
FREEEEEEEEDOM!
FREEEEEEEEDOM!
FREEEEEEEEDOM!