Empty
Empty vessel under the sunWipe the dust from my faceAnother morning, black SundayComing down again, I'm coming down again
Empty vessel, empty veins, empty bottle wish for rainThat pain again wash the blood off my faceThe pulse from my brain, feel that pain againAnd I feel that pain again
I'm looking over my shoulder'Cause millions will whisperI'm killing myself again
Maybe I'm dying fasterBut nothing ever lasts, I remember a nightFrom my past when I was stabbed in the backAnd it's all coming back and I feel that pain again
I abhor you, I condemn you'Cause this pain will never endYou got away without a scratchAnd now you're walking on a lucky pathI have to laugh but you'd better watch your back
This pathetic oppositionThey're the cause of my conditionI'll be coming back for themI've a solution for this sad situationNothing left but to kill myself againBecause I'm so empty