Empty Empty 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 Im looking over my shoulder cos millions Will whisper im killing myself again maybe Im dying faster but nothing ever lasts 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 youre walking on a lucky Path i have to laugh but youd better watch Your back This pathetic opposition theyre the Cause of my condition ill be coming back For them ive a solution for this sad Situation nothing left but to kill myself Again because im so empty Anathema |