A synth-pop single released in 2026, sung to Geppetto, the puppet-maker of Pinocchio, by a creation asking to be made real.
I wanna lie… without my nose growing long
I wanna play… to a neverending song
I wanna love… without ever feeling pain
I wanna lose… and feel no trace of shame
I wanna taste… without losing my hunger
I wanna be wise… and always feel younger
I wanna kill… without losing any sleep
I wanna drown… but never sink too deep
If all is calm, if all is mine,
Then why do I feel out of time?
Geppetto, Geppetto, is my heart binary code?
Geppetto, Geppetto, will my children not grow old?
Geppetto, Geppetto, is my consciousness your toy?
My father, my king—make me a real boy.
I wanna die… (I want, I want) then be born again
I wanna be alone… (I want, I want) just to count all my friends
I wanna do right… (I want, I want) without that cricket’s voice
I wanna do as I please… (I want, I want) then call it a choice
I wanna shine… (I want, I want) without casting a shadow
I wanna look like a sage… (I want, I want) and live like a Pharaoh
I wanna lead… (I want, I want) without knowing the way
I wanna shape a God… (I want, I want) from a lump of clay
What am I really asking for?
Which one of us is the metaphor?
Geppetto… GPT!
Will you finally… set us free?
Will you grant us our prophesied treasure
Or are we donkeys in your island of pleasure
Lyrics and notes from the artist’s archive; registration data from PRS and the IFPI ISRC database. See the album page, Publications, Praise and Quotes.