Mute
Moonspell
5:59And tomorrow Will you wake up? And 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 And tomorrow I will wake up With strange need of not to belong And tomorrow I will wake up Just to copy whatever is wrong And tomorrow I will wake up In a cage of perfect gold And tomorrow, will I wake up? Hope in tongue, golden song And tomorrow I will wake up With an innate appetite And 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 live Secure for me the status of a prime suspect Tying the hands of a blind man Teaching the colors to a blind man Tying the hands of a blind man Teaching the colors to a blind man 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 I will finally feel A natural, natural will Of being artificial Artificial, artificial Artificial, artificial Artificial And tomorrow And tomorrow I will wake up (Into) dekadance (Into) dekadance (Into) dekadance (Into) with elegance