Tomorrow, will you 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
Tomorrow I will wake up
With this strange need of not to belong
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 ask him to react
Tomorrow
Tomorrow I will finally feel
A natural will
Tomorrow I will finally feel
A natural will, of being artificial, of being artificial
IN-TO dekadance, IN-TO with elegance
IN-TO dekadance, IN-TO with elegance