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. 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. And 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. 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 life. Secure for me the status of a prime suspect. Tying the hands of a blindman, Teaching the colours to a blindman. Tying the hands of a blindman, Teaching the colours to a blindman. And ask him to react, and ask him to react. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will finally feel, A natural will. Tomorrow I will finally feel, A natural will, of being artificial, of being artificial. IN-TO dekadance, IN-TO with elegance. IN-TO dekadance, IN-TO with elegance.