Sunday, December 16, 2007

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
'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
ill be coming back for them
I've a solution for this sad situation
nothing left but to kill myself again

I'm so empty

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