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 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 Youre Walking On A Lucky

Path I Have To Laugh But Youd Better Watch

Your Back



Theres 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