Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dustfrom my face another morning black Sundaycoming down again empty vessel empty veinsempty bottle wish for rain that pain againwash the blood off my face the pulse frommy brain and I feel that pain againI'm looking over my shoulder 'cos millionswill whisper I'm killing myself again maybeI'm dying faster but nothing ever last Iremember a night from my past when I wasstabbed in the back and its all comingback and I feel that pain againI abhor you I condemn you 'cos this painwill never end you got away without ascratch and now you're walking on a luckypath I have to laugh but you'd better watch your backthere's pathetic opposition they're thecause of my condition ill be coming backfor them I've a solution for this sadsituation nothing left but to kill myselfagain because I'm so empty