Empty

Empty vessel under the sun

Wipe the dust from my face

Another morning, black Sunday

Coming down again, I'm 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, feel that pain again

And I feel that pain again

I'm looking over my shoulder

'Cause millions will whisper

I'm killing myself again

Maybe I'm dying faster

But nothing ever lasts, I remember a night

From my past when I was stabbed in the back

And it's all coming back and I feel that pain again

I abhor you, I condemn you

'Cause 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

This 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