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Tomorrow, will you 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.