Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
From my face another morning black Sunday [bad word] down again
 [bad word] 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
And I feel my 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 [bad word] 
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
I'll [bad word] back For them
I've a solution for this sad
Situation nothing left but to kill myself Again
(Because I'm so empty)