Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust   From my face another morning black sunday   Coming down again,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 coz millions   Will whisper I'm killing myself again maybe   I´m dying faster but nothing ever lasts 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 condam you coz this pain   Will never end you got away without a   Scratch and now youre 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!