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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 because I'm so empty Anathema Lyrics Empty Lyrics
