and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds. and tomorrow
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. and tomorrow
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 ask him to react. tomorrow. tomorrow i will finally feel
a natural will. tomorrow i will finally feel
of being artificial. in-to dekadance
in-to with elegance. in-to dekadance