I can't take this feeling anymore.
Tell me that I won't feel a thing.
So give me Novacaine.
Do what you want.
Take what you need.
I won't feel anything.
Now you see me - now you don't.
Am I here or am I there?
Do we really have something to share?
Why does 1+1 make 2 or why doesn't?
I could turn and then I'm gone.
But please, don't undesrtand me wrong.