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 coz millions

Will whisper in 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 its all coming

Back and i feel that pain again



I abhor you i condemn you coz 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



There´s pathetic opposition they´re 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 i´m so empty