Dekadance

<br>Tomorrow will I wake up?<br>and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds<br>Tomorrow will I wake up?<br>and from my mouth will flee a song<br><br>Tomorrow I will wake up<br>with this strange need of not to belong<br>Tomorrow I will wake up<br>just to copy whatever is wrong<br><br>Tomorrow I will wake up<br>in a cage of perfect gold<br>Tomorrow, will I wake up?<br>hope in tongue, golden song<br><br>Tomorrow I will wake up<br>with an innate appetite<br>to be just one of yours<br><br>Tomorrow I will wake up<br>and try everything not to be alone<br>Tomorrow will I wake up?<br>and try everything to be alone<br><br>Incise, open wide from the inside<br>cast out, see what is still left of live<br><br>Secure for me the status of a prime suspect<br>Tying the hands of a blindman<br>Teaching the colours to a blindman<br><br>And ask him to react, and ask him to react<br><br>Tomorrow I will finally feel<br>a natural will of being artificial<br><br>into<br>Decadance<br>with<br>elegance.