Empty (Live)

Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
From my face another morning black Sunday
Coming down again
And 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
And I feel my 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.

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)