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
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 painwill never end you
got away without ascratch
and now you're walking on a luckypath
I have to laugh
but you'd better watch your back
there's pathetic opposition
they're the cause of my condition
ill 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
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