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