Dekadance

(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