Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
from my face another morning black Sunday
coming down again.. 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 cause 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 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


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