End of a Year. Other. Beleaders. Zeneszám

Something's missing, there's something missing
I can't name it, I can't place it
But I know it's gone
I've tried girls and jobs
All that's left is drugs or god

Once we acknowledge
The sun will devour our earth
It becomes hard to imagine
These thoughts having worth
But I would pay to feel fulfilled
I would pay to be fulfilled

Something fell from the sky and bit me
A circle of sadness I enjoyed having
Grew too tight and walled me in
A living proof
People do people things

Common thread through all life
Almost proof of pre-existence
This feeling of disappointment
We're somehow all born with

Somethings missing, there's something missing
I can't name it, I can't place it
But I know it's gone
I've tried girls and jobs
All that's left is drugs or god