Tomorrow will (you) I wake up?
And instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds
Tomorrow will you (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
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
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) live
Secure for me the status of a prime suspect
Tying the hands of a blindman
Teaching the colours to a blindman
And ask him to react, and ask him to react
Tomorrow I will finally feel
A natural (natural) will
Of being artificial
(Tomorrow I will feel)
Into
Decadance
With
Elegance.
