(Tomorrow, will you wake up?)

Tomorrow will we 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 this strange need of not to belong

And 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 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

Tomorrow I will finally feel a natural, a natural will

Of being artificial, artificial, artificial

Of being artificial, artificial, artificial

Tomorrow, tomorrow I will wake up

(Into) Dekadance, (Into) with elegance

(Into) Dekadance, (Into) with elegance