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 about 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.