Tomorrow will I 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 Decadance with elegance.
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