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


I wish it could be real

Stop

One, two, three, four
Bogeyman 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


I wish it could be real