I don't need to be surprised
I have to make them all stop
I don’t need to tell something
And it doesn’t need a reason
It's nothing, I can't feel your breathing at all
It's nothing, I used to feel it all but it's gone
“Maybe I got to do it!”
I can’t see your number
Can somebody help me?
That's your imagination,
Maybe I got to do!
I can’t see your number
Can somebody help me?
That's your imagination,
I knew it
I fall, and I fall, and I fall too fast
Through the bodies that dance
Doubt creeps in between
Then we fade out
Silence in the dark
I fall, and I fall, and I fall too fast
Maybe I got to do it!
I can’t see your number
Can somebody help me?
That's your imagination,
Maybe I got to do
I can’t see your number
Can somebody help me?
That's your imagination,
I knew it
I’m not the same
More than sane
I’m not afraid of your facade
I’m not the same
More than sane
I’m not afraid of your facade