Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
from my face another morning black Sunday
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
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
theres pathetic opposition they're the
cause of my condition ill 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