Empty

Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust

From my face another morning black

Sunday Coming down again

And coming down again

Empty vessel empty veins

Empty bottle wish for rain that pain again

Wash the blood off my face the pulse from

My brain and

I feel that pain again

And I feel my pain again

I'm looking over my shoulder 'cos millions

Will whisper

I'm killing myself again maybe

I'm dying faster but nothing ever last

I Remember a night from my past when

I was Stabbed in the back and its all coming

Back and I feel that pain again

I abhor you

I condemn you 'cos this pain

Will never end you got away without a

Scratch and now you're walking on a lucky

Path I have to laugh but you'd better watch your back

There's pathetic opposition they're the

Cause of my condition

I'll be coming back

For them I've a solution for this sad

Situation nothing left but to kill myself

Again (Because I'm so empty)