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

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