Lyrics
Wipe the dust from my face, wash the blood off my face
Empty vessel, there s pathetic opposition
Wash the blood off my face, you got away without a scratch, i have to laugh
And i feel that pain again, wipe the dust from my face Anathema, i have to laugh
I have to laugh, empty vessel, and i feel that pain again
I remember a night from my past, i ve a solution for this sad situation
empty bottle
Wash the blood off my face, when i was stabbed in the back Anathema, that pain again
i m coming down again
cause millions will whisper
When i was stabbed in the back, and i feel that pain again
there s pathetic opposition
Empty bottle, the pulse from my brain, cause millions will whisper
They re the cause of my condition, wipe the dust from my face
When i was stabbed in the back, and i feel that pain again Anathema, empty bottle
they re the cause of my condition
I m coming down again, that pain again Anathema, that pain again
there s pathetic opposition
Another morning, and it s all coming back
Wash the blood off my face, coming down again
i m coming down again
I m killing myself again, you got away without a scratch
I m killing myself again, empty vessel
That pain again, under the sun
that pain again
Nothing left but to kill myself again, black sunday Empty, maybe i m dying faster
Because i m so empty, black sunday
Cause this pain will never end, there s pathetic opposition
and i feel that pain again
I remember a night from my past, i ve a solution for this sad situation
I m coming down again, empty vessel, the pulse from my brain
cause this pain will never end
and i feel that pain again
Black sunday, and i feel that pain again
Empty vessel, maybe i m dying faster
Empty vessel, i m killing myself again, i m coming down again
When i was stabbed in the back, cause millions will whisper Empty, but you d better watch your back
empty bottle
Empty bottle, i condemn you
