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
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 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 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
This pathetic opposition
They're the cause of my condition
I'll be coming back for them
I've a solution for this saddest situation
Nothing left
But to kill myself again
(because I'm so empty)
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