(Tomorrow, will you wake up?)
Tomorrow will we wake up?
And instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds
And tomorrow will I wake up?
And from my mouth will flee a song
And tomorrow I will wake up
With this strange need of not to belong
And tomorrow I will wake up
Just to copy whatever is wrong
Tomorrow I will wake up
In a cage of perfect gold
And tomorrow, will I wake up?
Hope in tongue, golden song
Tomorrow I will wake up
With an innate appetite
To be one of yours
To be just one of yours
Tomorrow I will wake up
And try everything not to be alone
And tomorrow will I wake up?
And try everything to be alone
Incise, open wide from the inside
Cast out, see what is still left of life
Secure for me the status of a prime suspect
Tying the hands of a blindman
Teaching the colours to a blindman
Tying the hands of a blindman
Teaching the colours to a blindman
And ask him to react, and to react, and to react
And ask him to react, and to react, and to react
Tomorrow, tomorrow I will finally feel a natural, natural will
Tomorrow I will finally feel a natural, a natural will
Of being artificial, artificial, artificial
Of being artificial, artificial, artificial
Tomorrow, tomorrow I will wake up
(Into) Dekadance, (Into) with elegance
(Into) Dekadance, (Into) with elegance
