The Missing

He's giving himself in,

sold his soul for a penny,

the devil's calling him,

from where he's sitting.

They're like dead men walking,

can't come back to the living,

They search but it's missing,

Death that's so close it's almost touching

Coz We are the missing...

Souls that keep bleeding...

we're all missing...

She cries for the thing's she ain't got,

she bows down to the false god,

no one thinks on their own no more,

no one's satisfied with what they have...