Vlčák alternative-acoustic / Praha

I came, I came
I came to nowhere
I found, I found
I found nothing
I can’t leave, I can’t leave
I can't leave this way
Everlasting seeking
For something

I'm sick of it all
I'm sick of it all
Baby, I'm trying to find myself in something
But I know
There is no happiness

It makes no sense, it makes no sense
It makes no sense to me
Who are you, who are we
What is a human being?
Where do they go, what do they do
Who do they listen to?
Why not me, why not you?
Is it a different view?

I'm sick of it all
So sick of it all
Baby, I'm trying to find myself in something
But I know
There is no happiness

There is no happiness

I'm sick of it all
So sick of it all
Baby, I'm trying to find myself in something

Well I try to find myself in something
But I know
There is no happiness