And tomorrow will I 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
And tomorrow I will wake up with this strange need of not to belong And tomorrow I will wake up just to copy whatever is wrong
And tomorrow I will wake up in a cage of perfect gold And tomorrow, will I wake up ? hope in tongue, golden song
And tomorrow I will wake up with an innate appetite to be one of yours to be just one of yours
And 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 live
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 I ask him to react, and to react, and to react And I ask him to react, and to react, and to react
And Tomorrow, and tomorrow I will finally feel a natural will of being artificial