Dekadance

And 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