Emmah Toris - Lyrical sober dementia (Les elephants bizarres session)

A puppet high on crack A monster smiling back On batteries I move - No music and 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 Boogie 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 and 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