At the core of my being A void At the heart of this ocean of disillusion You are suffering Empty, used up This gaping hole I can't fix I am suffering I am suffering I can't blame it I can't blame it on the absence of spiritualism It contradicts The schematic of my beliefs This will to meaning is the motive, is at the center And this need to be occupied, nearly all the time with something That can make you feel awe, pleased, relieved Proud, loved, hated This yearning to fill every moment What are we trying to satisfy? To ease our loneliness, our loneliness? I guess it can explain Why you are dedicated to a single, consuming purpose? Why you seek Him? Why we're trying to fit as much into our lives? Why you are trying to be more productive? There will always There will always be more tasks than you will ever have time to do Why you fill the silence With those empty noises? Endless emptiness Why you drink so much? The void But the emptiness has wore you away, the emptiness Why you can't stand alone? This will to meaning is the motive, is at the center You are suffering, you are suffering Empty, used up This gaping hole I can't fix I am suffering I am suffering At the core of my being A void