Tomorrow will (you) I wake up?
and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds
Tomorrow will you (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 one of yours)

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 (life) 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 (natural) will
of being artificial


(Tomorrow i will feel)

into

Decadance
with
elegance.