Anathema - Empty

Empty

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
imlooking over my shoulder cos millions
wi will whisper imkilling myself again maybe
imdying 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
wi will never end you got away without a
scratch and now you are walking on a lucky
path i have to laugh but youd better watch
your back
there is pathetic opposition theyre the
cause of my condition i will be coming back
for them i have a solution for this sad
situation nothing left but to ki will myself
again because imso empty