Empty

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

im looking over my shoulder cos millions
will whisper in killing myself again maybe
im dying faster but nothing ever lasts 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 youre walking on a lucky
path i have to laugh but youd better watch
your back

theres pathetic opposition theyre the
cause of my condition ill be coming back
for them ive a solution for this sad
situation nothing left but to kill myself
again because im so empty