Dekadance - Moonspell

Tomorrow, will you 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.

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, 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 ask him to react.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will finally feel,

A natural will.

Tomorrow I will finally feel,

A natural will, of being artificial, of being artificial.

IN-TO dekadance, IN-TO with elegance.

IN-TO dekadance, IN-TO with elegance.