Monday, October 12, 2009


Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
From my face another morning black Sunday
coming down again
and coming down again

Empty vessel empty vein
Empty bottle wish for rain that pain again
Wash the blood of my face the pulse from
my brain and i feel that pain again
And i feel my pain again

I'm looking over my shoulder
because millions will whisper
maybe i'm dying faster but nothing ever last
I remember a night from my last when i was
stabbed in the back and it's all coming back
and i feel that pain again...

I abhor you, i condemn you cause this pain
will never end
you got away without a scratch
and 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
i'll 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).....