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 ‘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 it’s 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.