Issue No 138 Lyrical Sober Dementia Lyrics

I'm about to cry
And you're still smiling back
And the reason why I move
Is the music and the group
You people like to lie
Your heartbeat deep inside
I wish that I could feel
And I wish that I could be real

Nananana nananana
Nanananna nananana
I wish it could be real
Stop!
1,2,3,4
Boogie Man is at the door
He gonna turn lights into more dark

A black bed underground
A savage turn around
Beneath the wings I have
The wings by my side
It sounds arrest and move
No heartbeat to prove
I wish that I could feel
And I wish that I could be real

Nananana nananana
Nanananna nananana
I wish it could be real