S A T O R

Empty


Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dustfrom my face another morning black Sundaycoming down again.. coming down againEmpty vessel empty veinsempty bottle wish for rain that pain againwash the blood off my face the pulse from my brainAnd I feel that pain againI'm looking over my shoulder cause millionswill whisper I'm killing myself againMaybe I'm dying faster but nothing ever last Iremember a night from my past when I wasstabbed in the back and its all coming backAnd I feel that pain againI abhor you I condemn you cause this painwill never end you got away without ascratch and now you're walking on a luckypath I have to laugh but you'd better watchyour backthere's pathetic opposition they're thecause of my condition I'll be coming backfor them I've a solution for this sadsituation nothing left but to kill myself againBecause I'm so emptyANATHEMA [Lyrics & Music: D.Patterson]