Dekadance

Tomorrow will you wake up? And instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds Tomorrow will 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 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 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 will of being artificial Into dekadance with elegance