Emmah Toris Lyrical Sober Dementia
A puppet high on crack
A monster smiling back
On batteries I move -
No music & no groove
In people I collide
No heartbeat deep inside
I wish that I could feel
And I wish I could be real
Na na na naaah nah
Na na na naaah nah
I wish it could be real
Stop! one two three four
Boggie man is at the door
Gonna break and gonna turn
Liars into mud burn!
A blackbird on the ground
A savage turned around
Beneath the wings I hide
No beings by my side -
In sounds I rest & move
No heartbeat to improve
I wish that I could feel
And I wish I could be real
Na na na naaah nah
Na na na naaah nah
I wish it could be real
