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